Brooke, you're married. I saw you with a guy the other day. He’s in the videos! Yes, yes, he is. And would you care if I was married? Would you stick it in my married pussy? I wish I was married. If he asked me to marry him, I would. Why? So I could cheat on him officially. I’m serious. I would love to come home to a husband with an ass full of 20-year-old sperm and sit on his lap. When he asked me where the wet spot was from, I would tell him to take one big guess. So here’s to getting married! Now if he would just ask me, I could be the cheating wife for real. What really needs to be asked is: Will you still fuck my married pussy? Just snatch it from him and make it yours. Think "long and hard" about it.
I want to tell you a sexy story. I would love to tell you a sexy story. I have a sexy story. Here it goes. I found a huge BBC, and I do mean huge last night. It was attached to a 23 yr old kid. It had to be over a foot long. It wasn't fat, but it wasn't thin either, just amazingly long. When I dropped to my knees to suck it…it seemed like his balls were a mile away. It got so hard. I don't know if that was his age or just how his dick worked. In hindsight, I wish it would have been softer. I sank that cock in my guts and, just working it inside, rearranged me in ways that shouldn't be possible. Two-thirds of the way in, it truly felt like it was inside my stomach. It's scary, but it's also something I couldn't stop either. I had to know. I sat on top of him, and it took me several minutes to get it entirely inside me. I got it in. Balls deep. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but I had to know. Now I know. I can't even tell you what the head of his cock was pushing on. It wasn't comfortable, but it also wasn't unpleasant either. I didn't have long to explore the sensations because he unloaded inside me almost the second I got him balls-deep in me. That made him push up and pound me a bit which caused some fairly intense pain. But it made me cum as well. I can't tell you why; it just did. We both came so fast I never got the chance to see if I would adjust to him being balls deep, so I left him inside of me. The only problem with that was his dick started softening up. It slipped out of me pretty quickly. So as I sit here this morning, still sore, I wonder if I would have ever adjusted to over a foot of cock altering my internal structure. I say altering because I feel altered this morning. I won't say it's not painful, but I won't say it's not pleasant, either. I feel like a true woman, if I'm being honest. My insides are a giant gape of a hole now, as they should be. I wish I had more time to experiment with his dick. I want to know if he is the guy who will physically alter me permanently. So I'll never be the same for all the guys I consider regulars. I dream about being physically transformed like that. I think it would empower me to get permanently holed. Hopefully, I'll get that chance. He lives in Port Orange, just around the corner from me. He seems interested in me, so hopefully, we will hook up again. I need to text him. See what's "up."
I was supposed to fuck Paul today. He will read this, so he may not be too happy with me. His dick will definitely not fit anymore, which is awesome for me. Not so much for him. We would need to wait a few days before I could feel him again. I'm pretty sore now, but I'm still thinking I'd like to slip Paul's cock inside of me so that I can feel how small he is compared to my guy from yesterday. If we fuck, it will be missionary so that I can look at his face. See his expression when he realizes I can't feel his dick. I'm sure I'll cum just from that. I'm getting wet thinking about it. I love watching how guys' egos and emotions change when they realize they have been replaced by a superior cock. Shit. I have gone and turned myself on. Now I really want to fuck Paul. I'll let you know. Actually, Paul will let you know. As I said, he's a subscriber and reads all this crap I type out. He may never talk to me again. I think I may have said I wouldn't fuck anyone else. That didn't work out too well. You got to keep me busy in the bedroom. Otherwise, I'll keep myself busy.
Went out last night and met a super attractive 20-something. I was so down to slurp on his dong as soon as he grinned. And then he wouldn't stop asking about getting me a drink. I said no like a dozen times, but he still tried all the tricks guys and girls use to get me to drink like that was going to change my mind. When nothing works, they try to use shame to get me to drink. I was a guaranteed win for him. I would have done things to his cock he hasn't even thought of yet. Hell, I got a few years on his mom. I know a thing or two. Especially when it cums to dicks. Fuck me. Here I am. I'm ranting over a 20 yr old that pushed booze on me all night long. All I wanted to do was suck the cum out of his balls. That was it. He was too dumb to figure that out, and by the time he did…I was too pissed off to want to. So I'm cranky this morning. The only thing I wanted to feel sliding down my throat last night was a chunky, slimy, fresh load of sperm. Ding Dong was too busy trying to get me to do tequila shots when he could have had me doing shots of his jizz.
So, I went home and had Scott rub one out while telling him he didn't feel like my boyfriend anymore. I was happy being just a sex toy for Bob and Paul. I had him empty his balls on my leg and then watched him eat his sperm. I rubbed one out, thinking about that after he left. So the night wasn't a complete bummer after all.
I was on a phone call listening to someone tell me about their prostate cancer situation. He was worried about the cost of treatment, not his health outcome. I asked him if they did chemotherapy for it. He said he wasn't sure. I said, "I hope not; that will be your most expensive haircut ever." He didn't think that was funny. He hung up shortly after that. Oops.
Here's my outfit for tonight, fingers crossed for some hot action. Today is just one of those days. I'm down to find a new guy to mess around with. I'll start with the Ocean Deck and see where that leads. Good thing I don't drink because I'll be making the rounds tonight! What do you think of the outfit?
Per request, I am putting this video up. It's got tits, dicks, and everything in between, so hopefully if you have seen it before, you will enjoy it again!
Just porning around this morning. Ended up getting a bit turned on. Occupational hazard. So I was going through my DMs, and it turns out the guy I gave head to in Scott's truck is now in the group. Ed is his name. It came back to me when he mentioned it again. It's always good to know the name of the guy that fed you sperm. That way, if you ever have a thirst for sperm, you know who to call. Scott spilled the beans about my little cocksucking session to one of my friends, and now she's gossiping about me being a total whore. They're saying I'm careless, having sex with whoever, whenever. Yup, she's spot on. I'm definitely a bit of a sex maniac, but hey, it's what I do. It gives me joy, and if she believes her views on my sexual carelessness are significant... they're not. I never understood the whole you can't suck a dick or you're a whore thing. I mean, who made that crap up? Some dude whose girl ended up sucking his best friend's dick at their wedding… that's who. Man, I'm ranting. It's what I do. You don't care about this crap. I do care that I found "Ed." That's a good thing. He's from Gainesville, so I won't be seeing him much. He's going to school out there, so he's a busy kid. He's 22. I didn't know that. I thought he was like 30. I should have worn my glasses. I felt his cum tasted fresh. Like a 22 yr old cum would be. You must have sampled more than a few loads of sperm to know what I'm talking about, so I'll let that go. Anyway, I know Ed will show up a few more times until having me drain his balls has lost its amazement, and then it will slow down to me getting his dick inside me once a year. I'm good with that. I better be. He is reading this just like you are.
I fingered myself in the car today, thinking about getting throated by that dude last night in front of Scott. It was unavoidable. I was beyond frustrated and had to just do it. I believe you understand perfectly!
I made Scott watch me jerk a guy's dick off with my mouth last night. He didn't want to watch, but I made him. He sat in the front seat of his truck, and I let some dude use my mouth like it was a cunt in the back seat. I made sure we sat in the middle so he could see between the front seats. I made eye contact with Scott while a guy I didn't even know held my head and fucked my face. His dick, smaller than Scott's, poked down my throat and made my eyes water and my nose run. He used my throat until he emptied his sperm into my belly. I saw Scott staring at me when my head was finally released, and the cock slid out of my throat. I had sperm pouring out of my mouth, snot running out of my nose, and my eyes completely teared up. I loved every second. This guy had owned me completely. That defeated Scott. Which made my night completely. I treat Scott like a pet. Which is nothing new. He's been doing what I want for years. It turns me on to spread my legs and offer my pussy to another man in front of him. Not just offer my pussy, but beg guys I have known for less than ten minutes to breed me. I feel like a savage, and it's super humiliating for him. I think I have ruined him, if I'm being honest. He can't perform sexually with anyone else. When he left me a year back because I wouldn't stop fucking other guys, he hooked up with a girl I know. She confided they never fucked. He had to use dildos on her because his dick wouldn't get hard. She told me after he got her off, he would beat his limp dick until he pumped some jizz out. She was amazed he could cum with a soft cock. Her story put a big smile on my face. I enjoy knowing he can't get his cock hard unless it's for me. I can assure you his dick was like steel last night. I touched it after I drank random guy's sperm last night. I even stroked it for a few minutes because it looked so inviting. I thought about sliding it inside of me. I wanted to feel that cum moving up through his dick and into me. But that also brings up a whole other problem for Scott and me. Paul said no. He has specifically asked me not to fuck Scott. He doesn't even want Scott to see me naked. That's a bit far for me, so I bend the rules a bit, and though I feel bad about touching Scott's dick, it looked so good I couldn't help myself. But I don't want to ruin it with Paul. I enjoy having two guys that I have feelings for. I enjoy making Scott the loser in the hierarchy of cocks. I enjoy seeing his face when I tell him that Paul means more to me than he does. I enjoy seeing his cock trying to punch a hole through his pants when I tell him Paul is my man now, not him. It hits me so hard that I give myself to Paul on a massive level to keep pushing things further. The cums I have are too intense to give it up. The good thing is, I've been doing this for years now. I've trained Scott well. He's a perfect little cuckold. How do I train a guy to be a cuckold like that? It's the complete opposite of what you think. I don't ignore him or hold back. I take care of his needs. I give him what he wants, always making sure he wants more. I make him an addict. Then, when he is completely hooked, only then do I withhold, and then will he do anything to please me. I use his weakness against him. Being made to watch or even just knowing I'm out getting pumped by another guy deflates him. Coming home and telling him how much I enjoyed another man's cock keeps his part of the relationship alive, which pumps him back up. It's a constant up and down for him. Hopefully, he loves it as much as I do. I tell him it's for his own good. He needs to learn to control his lust. Cleaning the sperm that pumped out of another man's testicles off his car seats is just the tool to make that happen. You do not know how I wish I knew how that felt emotionally. I can guess, but wiping up jizz from another man that dripped out of your girlfriend seems like it would be such a massive kick in the nuts. But it also seems like it is such a rush that he can't stop doing it. I want to know what that feels like. I don't think it's possible because I won't have the same emotions. I'm not jealous. I would be thrilled if Paul came over and said he was fucking someone younger and better. I'd want details and an invitation. I'd be okay if he said he would trade me for her. Shit happens. I'll find another dick. So I'm not wired to feel the sexual emotions and anxiety I'm putting Scott through. I can see it's frazzled his brain in terrible ways and in ways that are utter heaven simultaneously. Truthfully, I'm jealous of him! He gets to have those feelings. I don't. I want to feel those things too!
So, I went out with Paul. He did empty his testicles in my ass, which was much tighter for him today. That made him happy. Then he took me to the Outback, which was nice of him. Not required, but nice of him. I mentioned to him that his sperm was leaking out of my asshole, and he was all, "Let's not talk about that here, okay?" It was kind of cute but also slightly uptight. He didn’t mind mentioning it when he had me bent over the chair in my house and was plundering my asshole with his dick. He announced quite loudly and repeatedly that he was about to spray my intestines down with cum. I got more to say about Paul. Things took an awkward turn, but I’ll get into that later after I sit down, leak some more of his cum out of my asshole, and see where I want to go with him.
So here I sit on a Friday night with a leaky ass. I obviously already gotten fucked. Wouldn’t mind maybe sucking a dick dry, but nobody is really available. I'm seriously considering going solo and seeing what's out there. FYI, I'm a bit bored and fidgety right now. Still horny. The ass fucking was very good. I didn’t cum, but that was my fault. I didn’t want to interrupt Paul’s orgasm and try to hold him off. I figured I’d get myself off feeling his jizz swim around in my guts. But now I’m thinking I should have at the very least masturbated in front of him. I'm in the mood for a partner to watch me get off tonight. I’ll keep you posted!
It’s Friday, and Paul will pump his cum inside me later today. He’s still standoffish about having to take sloppy seconds from Bob, but he will get past that. There is a hierarchy, and Paul isn’t at the top. It’s not Paul’s fault. Bob just has the better cock and is more proficient at using it as well as the mental game to go along with it. Paul is still caught up in traditional type stuff. You know. The girl lays down, spreads her legs, gets pumped, and then cleans up afterward. The guy is running the show. Paul needs to get used to the fact that if anyone is running anything, it’s going to be me. Once he figures that out, his dick will joyfully pump gallons of sperm into all my holes.
Let's see, what else have we got going on? What's the scoop? Not too much. Somebody thought it was a good idea to start renovating a house at the crack of dawn. 6 AM wake-up call courtesy of hammers. I don't know what's going on there. Ever notice it’s not a bunch of hot studs or hot chicks banging away on a house? I should start a “Bikini Landscape” service. It's pretty self-explanatory...bikinis all around. I have my doubts that it'll work. Most dudes, the actual people who want to see the chicks in bikinis, won’t be at home. They will be at work. It's a good theme for a porn or a late night R rated skin flick, though.
What’s my favorite R rated adult movie? Animal Instincts. You would have to look it up. Probably very hard to find these days. It’s about a cop who watches his wife fuck other guys. I know…kind of weird, but it is what it is. I liked it and watched it a hundred times. I would rub one out on the couch every time it came on. I’d like to see it again, but it’s nowhere to be found. I have looked for it several times over the years but it’s a no go.
I'm in my car, watching a guy walk out of a Wawa, staring at his crotch. I'm not sure why I do it so much. I guess it's because I just want to know what his cock looks like. I do it all the time. I'm just curious. I'm a girl, and I'm curious about what a guy is packing. It's funny; I assign an imaginary dick to each guy I pick out. Some are massive and scary. Some are tiny and cute. I know it's odd, but I stare at dicks as you stare at tits. So please don't act like I'm the only whack job in the room. I wonder what it would feel like deep inside me. I wonder if I could take it. I wonder if I'd like it. I'm curious if he'd be the one to finally fuck me into submission. The ultimate cock kind of scenario. What? A girl can dream. Do you know what else I want to do? I want to be a waitress or a bartender, and when I find a hot guy, I must know what his dick looks like. Then, I want to ask him if I can get him anything else...a blowjob, maybe? Then, while he decides, I'll stand there and look at his crotch. Maybe touch my mound a bit to entice. If only that were socially acceptable...I would be in there like swimwear. Just saying. Man, minds work in weird ways, don't they? I don't know why that gets me wet, but it does. Oh well, better to be wet than dry... that's my motto! This phone keyboard is too hard to type on, so back to staring at imaginary dicks.
Paul wasn't a fan of sticking his cock in my stretched and very used holes. He did it, but I could tell he was a bit traumatized by it all. I guess feeling my asshole and pussy slip around his cock like it was three sizes too big was a bit much for him. The thing is I think he came in my ass and tried to hide it. Honestly, I'm not sure, but right after he slipped his dick inside me , it started twitching super fast and then I felt this warm plop of stuff pooling up deep inside of me. He swore it wasn't and used a rag to wipe off what he said was lube. I think he jizzed my asshole, and because I was still so stretched out, I couldn't really feel it, and he tried to wipe away the evidence. I told him if he did, that was fine. And it was if he did, but I couldn't tell for sure. Nothing came out of my ass for hours after that, and it still could have been Bob's cum working its way out of me. He denied trying to pump a baby into my ass, so we sat around and talked for a bit, and he jerked his dick while I rubbed one out. We watched each other masturbate, and I came very hard thinking he got off from sticking his dick in a freshly fucked asshole that was stretched to the point of silliness by a cock twice the size of his. He came shortly after, and just a drop came out. That makes me think he came in my ass and didn't say anything. I didn't want to go look in a mirror and see what was oozing out of me. That seems rude. Plus, I wanted him to cum in my ass in the first place. It was or would have been awesome to get my ass jizzed by two different guys in under 2 hours. Whatever the jizz situation may be!
Someone asked me what makes me a good fuck. They were probably trying to be mean, but it got me thinking. The very things that make me a dream cum true annoy others. Some guys complain that I'm too aggressive and get too into things. That I sometimes carry my bedroom personality out of the bedroom. And that’s true. I like to make fantasy a reality as much as fantasy can be made reality if that makes sense. I'll be hanging out with some guy and he starts talking about stocks and bonds and his day, and then I'll randomly mention how I want him to make me his sperm dump. Some people find that irritating. That's way too much for them. But not me. I’m all about it. When I go out with a guy, no matter how long I’ve been seeing him, I have a sexual fantasy in mind before I ever leave the house. It’s just the way I’m wired. Why change now? I’m sure some guys have put up with me and my oversexed personality just so they could pump jizz in me, and I’m very okay with that. The thing is, thinking about a guy who dislikes me but will hang around just so I’ll suck his testicles into dried up sacks turns me on. So, if we are playing games in the bedroom, and we will be, then you can expect that game will carry on outside the bedroom. If you are Scott and my cuck, then plan on being my cuck at your company party. If you are Bob and fuck me into a state of cock stupid, plan on me being your cock stupid slut at a fine dining establishment. Not full on one hundred percent, but there will be overtones, if you know what I mean. If you don’t like chicks who are more “aggressive” than you are in the bedroom, I am probably not for you. It’s just the way I am and really like the way I am, so the odds of me changing are about zero.
Paul wasn’t super thrilled about Bob destroying my asshole before I went out with him. I don’t know what to tell him, but he wouldn’t put his dick in me. He said he felt disrespected. This from a guy who is cheating on his wife with me. I reminded him of that, but he said he wasn’t having sex with his wife. I told him he should promptly go home and fuck her like she was a cum hole. He complained she got fat, and she didn’t turn him on anymore. Not my problem. He should still go home and pump jizz into her holes. They would probably be a lot happier after that. I find that if you always think of how you can treat people in such a way that they will always want to have sex with you…then both of your lives will be way better for it. Even if you are cheating on that person. Doesn’t mean you can’t make them happy while you're doing it. In fact thats when you step it up.
I've always loved a good ass fucking. Oddly enough, I love the way it makes my pussy feel. I love the way it makes my ass feel even more. Bob, however, fucked my ass for an hour before leaving a steaming pile of sperm deep in my colon and an asshole that won't close. It's just a ruined big black hole, and I fucking love it! Paul will have to stare at the canyon I now have for an asshole and hopefully try to fuck my ass with his much smaller dick that I won't even feel! I'm a sucker for a good cock-up-my-ass with a 30 yr old attached to it. How do I feel right now? Wonderful. Exhausted but wonderful. Bob's cock isn't meant to be in a girl's ass... it's too big. But not today. Well, it was still too big, but I came so hard three times that I think it loosened me up, and I could have gone even bigger. Bob got me started by licking my ass. It got me all fired up, and I got on all fours, ass in the air, and said, "I want to feel your dick in my ass." He obliged and ruined my asshole with his dick. Utterly ruined it. I can feel it wide open while I'm sitting here typing this. And words can't describe how much I love that feeling. There is just something about putting your ass in the air and giving it to a man to do as he pleases. Gives me shudders thinking about it! Right now, after cumming like that, I want to feel his dick in my ass forever. Even after I've had his cock up there for an hour, I want more. I've always loved a good ass fucking. Even when I was younger and innocent, I just wanted to be a bad girl and get my pretty little ass fucked, and I loved it. I've never felt so alive as when I've had a man's dick up my ass. I've never felt so full of life. That's never changed in all these years. Funny, though, as much as I love it, I have to be in the mood. I was seriously in the mood for Bob's dick to turn my asshole into a tunnel today. I like the sound of that. I'm now Bob's anal tunnel. Nothing more to him than a big hole to pump his sperm into. I hope he never changes and gets all sentimental and crap. He should just fuck his anal tunnel stupid whenever he feels like it. When Bob treats me like his anal whore, that's my best version of Bob. Now, let us get to Paul. I hope he fucks my ass and wonders why it's so loose and slippery! It should be good!
My clit is actually bigger now than in these photos because I'm thinking about Bob's dick. Bob's dick is so big it makes me feel dumb. Just the sight of it makes me an idiot. I've always loved his giant, thick cock, but today I'm hoping his dick fucks me into a permanent state of dick dumb. Whenever I look at his enormous boner poking through his pants as he tells me what a cock whore I am, my brain shorts out, and I become a drooling moron willing to obey his every command. I love it when he says, "Suck it slut." And then I do until he tells me to stop. I can't stop. It feels so right in my mouth. I can only get the fat, spongy head in it, but I need more. I need his dick in my throat. I need to feel it pulse as I move my tongue around it. My hand always reaches down and rubs my clit as I work my tongue around his twitching cock. My other hand concentrates on his balls. I roll them around with my fingers. I think of the hot slimy sperm churning around inside of them. I want to trigger whatever it is that opens the gate and pumps the cum through his dick into my mouth, down my throat. Drinking his sperm from the tip of his cock fresh out of his balls makes me anxious. Like a kid waiting for Christmas day to arrive. I want it now. I want to feel it pumping and twitching in my mouth as I swallow his warm, thick, and slimy cum. I want to taste it again. It's sexy as fuck, but it's also a little gross. But it's also massively exhilarating when he holds the back of my head and groans as he empties his sperm into my throat. Fuck, I can almost cum just thinking about it. In case you didn't guess it...I have a date with Bob today! Yay for me! Then I have a date with Paul later tonight, so double yay for me! This is the second time both of them will smash me on the same day! Let you know how that all goes!
Made that cum dripping walk again this morning from the hotel to the car. Two new guys I met last night from Georgia pumped me like a rag doll for a few hours. The two of them tag-teamed me like pros. It was good. I actually got off while one was in my guts, and the other one had his cock down my throat. It’s hard to breathe with a cock in your mouth and cumming simultaneously. To make it worse, the guy in my mouth started cumming when I did. I felt the cum shoot down my throat, and I tried to swallow it, but it was useless. I coughed jizz. Sperm was everywhere. My face, my hair, dripping down my chin. The guy behind me kept punching my guts with his dick for a few minutes after the guy in my mouth came, and then he finally pulled out and unloaded all over my cunt. I looked like a fucking cummy mess. But it was good. I needed that cum. It was a great way to start the day. I wiped their dicks clean for them, kissing both cocks, and I could see the two guys glancing at each other, almost like the “What the fuck?” That made me feel like such a cock slut. It’s like a combination of a shameful punch in the gut and the most wonderfully slutty feeling I can never get enough of. It makes me want to do crazy shit. I want to walk around with a sign that says, “Fuck me. Please.” and have a million people watch as some guy pumps my cunt full of sperm. Maybe one day. For now, the sperm walk is as far as I will get.
How do I find these guys? It was like a dual event. "Orlando invades Daytona" which was kind of lame, and a truck event that was taking place in New Smyrna that wandered over to Daytona. It was two guys from the truck event that I went to the hotel with. Super hot dudes, maybe 30, maybe 25, I didn't ask. They struck up a conversation with me at the Ocean Deck and before I knew it I was sucking both their cocks in the parking lot. That's how it all came about. Datyona is a huge event town, so there is a constant flow of hot folks rolling in all the time. I like to captilize on that.
I'm on all fours on the bed. My ass is up in the air. My legs are spread wide, and I'm asking Scott to fuck my asshole. Hopefully, he will tease with a finger and lick my clit first, but if he wants to go in hard and fast, I'm good with that as well. I'm ready for him. I've been ready for him since Bob told me to have Scott fuck me in the ass and video it. I want Bob to see it. Bob wants Paul to see it. It's a who has the bigger dick standoff. Bob will win. Bob's dick is ridiculously bigger and better than anyone I know. Paul doesn't stand a chance. I want Paul to win, I really like him, and if it weren't for Bob's dick, I would love to make him my boyfriend, as in serious boyfriend. Even though he's married, he doesn't seem to let that get in the way. But Bob has that dick, so he wins. I would run away with Bob immediately just because of his dick, but that isn't going to happen. So I need to be with Scott. I need to feel his dick sliding into my rectum in that slick yet dry way a cock goes into my asshole. I need to feel it so I know I'm doing what Bob's dick wants me to do. I won't tell Paul, but he will find out. Paul with have to deal with it, and if he can't, then I guess Bob gets what he wants, and that's Paul out of the picture. I'm okay with that as long as Bob keeps wrecking my body with his dick. Seriously. Every time he fucks me, he alters my holes permanently. Just a little bit, but it's a bit more each time. I want to be modified. The thought of his dick changing my body is insanely hot. So, Scott will fuck my ass today. He will fuck it hard and deep, and I will take every inch of his cock. Then I'll suck his dick clean. For fucks sake, I'm going to cum soon if I don't stop touching myself thinking about it. That said, I better stop thinking about it, or I'll cum before I'm ready.
So, how did my date with Bob go? I wound up looking in a mirror at what his cock had done to my cunt while sitting in the corner with my legs spread wide and seeing that my pussy was destroyed with a large open hole that is still like that today. I could also see his sperm pooling ins several spots deep inside of me. That’s how wide open his fat cock left me.
Just so you know, I'm rubbing one out as I write this because I felt every inch of his cock as it pushed deep inside me. I could feel the head touching things inside of me that don't get touched often. I could have come, but I wanted to feel his jizz coat my insides first. I wanted to feel his body jerk and twitch as he emptied his testicles. But it was hard to concentrate on his strokes when I was so close to cumming myself. It's hard to breathe when he sinks his massive dick in my guts, but I waited for his cum to shoot deep inside of me. It was worth the wait because right after he painted my insides with sperm, I came. I think I lost my mind for a bit. It was that good.I was so ready for it. I felt so full, so wide open, so ready for him to pump a baby into me. And he did just that. Fuck, I know he would have impregnated me with the amount of nut he dropped inside of me. In the moment...I wish he fucked a kid in me. Now, not so much, but when I'm in the heat of fucking Bob...I want to turn his jizz into a baby. It's an instinctual thing. Instinctual things make for the best cums. Just writing this I have looked down and found that I have left a puddle on the chair replaying it in my head. I'm still stretched and loose. It's so fucking hot. I want to do it again. I want to feel his cock inside me again. My pussy feels like the head of his cock tried to punch through it. It's a wonderful feeling. I can't wait to feel his cum shooting deep inside of me again. He kind of made me forget about Paul. Kind of. Not quite. I will admit it though. Paul would end up like Scott if Bob asked me not to let Paul fuck me anymore. I'd have to obey. Even though he is a massive jerk, I don't think I could live without Bob's cock in my cunt. Just saying.
I got holed out massively yesterday. First, Paul and then Bob made an entrance into my pussy in a spectacular way. Paul came over around 3, told me to make sure Scott wasn’t around, which I did, and then showed up looking all fit and delicious. I immediately wanted his dick in me, but he wanted to go out first. We went to my regular place where so many of you have seen me, and everyone I knew stared because I was with Paul and not Scott. I was so wet from knowing they were all discussing my new guy behind my back. I could hardly sit still from it. Paul, I don’t know what’s up with him. It’s almost like he’s begging to be found out. If his wife doesn’t get word of him hanging around with me like soon…I would be shocked. He keeps taking me out in public, and I keep running into people I know. Eventually, someone will know him as well, put two and two together, and good luck with the divorce, Paul. But he’s a grown man at around 30 yrs of age…he or his dick will make their own decisions. If he gets caught, hopefully, it will mean more Paul for me. Anyway, when we got home, Paul slipped his dick in my asshole till it was pushing my guts around inside of me, which pumped my clit up to epic proportions. I enjoy being ass fucked on my tall stool, and I told him that. So we went into the gym, and I hung my ass over the seat with my feet on the rails, and he pumped my butthole like it was my pussy. My clit hit the seat of the chair and rubbed on the leather. That made me cum so hard that I squeezed his dick out of my asshole. He slipped it back in and fucked me slow and deep, kissing my back. When he came, I felt his body stiffen up. He pushed his dick in my colon as far as it would go and pumped a load of cum in my ass. For some reason, with his dick still in my ass, he apologized for emptying his balls into my rectum. Said he shouldn’t have done that. I assured him that he not only should have done that, but he damn well better have done it and better keep doing it in the future. He pulled his cock out of my ass, and the jizz rushed out and made a massive plop on the rubber gym floor. He started gagging. I was kind of shocked. I think it’s hot as fuck when jizz runs out of my asshole. Sometimes it stays in my guts for hours and then runs out. Sometimes, like yesterday, it just plops right back out immediately. I put my finger in it and licked it, and that was about all he could take. He ran out of the gym, his dick flopping around, trying not to gag. That’s okay. He will learn to love it in time. Everyone does. I’m an old pro at it by now. The first time I ever had a load of sperm run out of my asshole was in the 80s, put there by some guy from my home economics class. I remember looking through my legs, trying to see it. I was much more flexible back then and could see it pour out just fine. The guy was grossed out by it and avoided me for the rest of my time in school, which was a shame, as it would have been great to have a partner to explore getting sperm pumped in my asshole some more. I had other guys do it for me, but never a steady guy who would “practice,” so to speak. It was always slip the head in, blow the cum in the asshole, and then brag to their friends about pumping a baby into my asshole. A solid butt fuck buddy who would “try this, try that” would have been fantastic. Just saying.
Getting off base here. Paul hung out at the house, and later on, he ate my pussy for thirty minutes and then used his fingers and tongue to get me off. It was nicely done. I like the way held my clit and licked it at the same time. I sucked his dick and drank his nut, which made him gag again. I don’t know what’s with him and his aversion to seeing sperm. He gags even just knowing I’m eating his cum without seeing it. He wouldn’t kiss me after that, either. He will get used to it, and it will end up being his thing. As I said before, it always does. He already mentioned he wants to try anal some more but in the missionary position. I’m all about that! So, he went home. He left me with his sperm in my asshole and some in my stomach as well. Good day if you were asking. I’ll get to Bob in another post. He stopped by about an hour and a half later and utterly destroyed my asshole and nuked my pussy even harder. I was whistling out of both holes by the time he was done.
Have to run, have a doc appointment real quick to get through.
I’m going to see Paul today. Scott isn’t happy about it. I want Scott to beg for me not to see him and stay home and fuck him instead. It won’t happen, but I want to hear him say it. I want to make him say it and then make him watch Paul make love to me. Not fuck me. Make love to me. I want it to sink in how much I want to belong to Paul, let him be in control of me. Do whatever Paul wants. Not as a trainer, but what I like to think as his girlfriend. Paul doesn’t like Scott. He doesn’t know him and it’s nothing personal. He just doesn’t want Scott in the picture. I want Scott around, but for my own selfish reasons. I have been sitting around in a puddle of girl jizz thinking about it. Obsession over it might be a better way to put it. I want Paul to fuck me in front of Scott, making watch as his girlfriend is fucked by a younger, better, stronger man. I want Scott to know I love Paul more than I love him just because he makes me cum harder. I want to see the look in Scott’s eyes as he loses a little bit more of his manhood with each slow stroke of Paul’s longer, harder, fatter cock, slowing transforming Scott into my personal sissy whore. I want Scott to beg to lick my pussy after a date with Paul, which won’t happen because Paul said no. I want to see the look on his face when I explain I love Paul more than I love him so Paul makes the rules. Just feel lucky he allows you to even hang around because if he told me to kick you out, I would. Shit. What a perfect scenario. Please…if there is a higher power…let this be my life!
Yes…I want you to rub one out. I always want you rubbing one out. No need to ask if that's okay because the answer will always be a two-thumbs-up yes. Why wouldn't I? I'd rather know you stroked your pole than be told, "You're the most beautiful woman in the world!" I'm not, I know that, but if I can get some rods stiff and standing at attention… I'll take it! I make Scott jerk off for me all the time. I like to watch it. I don't video it for you because I'm pretty sure you don't want to see him jerking his dick while I tell him a 30 yr old guy I'm fucking said he can no longer see me naked, and I agreed. You should have seen his face when I told him that. I don't think he saw that one cumming. Pun intended. I was honest and told him I was more interested in Paul than him right now. I will do as he asks if Paul doesn't want you to see me naked anymore. I like Paul. I like the way we talk, I like the things we do together, and I like the way he fucks me. Scott can still hang around and all of that, but as it stands, I belong to Paul, not him. It doesn't sound good for Scott, but I need you to know this. When I let him know Paul was my man now, his face looked like I gave him a death sentence, but his dick was standing straight up. And when I told him how Paul was taking his place, he pumped a huge load all over my bedsheet, and he wasn't even touching his cock. I had told him not to touch his cock in front of me before this, and he didn't, but it was out, and it was hard. I said I wasn't sure Paul wanted me to see him cum anymore. That I would have to ask him. That's when his cock started flying around like it was attached to puppet strings, and then he poured a big loose load of jizz all over my bed. Few guys do that. The ones that do…they are super turned on. As in, massively turned on. Something is clicking in Scott's porn brain for that to happen. I would say it's knowing I'm giving myself over to someone else. Crazy what turns people on. And, yes. It turns me on as well. More than you will ever know, if I'm being honest. I have fingered myself probably a dozen times this past weekend thinking about it. And the fingerings were good. Very good. I'm wet right now thinking of how Scott is at home, a nervous wreck, wondering if I'm with Paul. I wish I were. I want to send Scott a picture of him fingering me. I don't know why I want it to be a pic of him fingering me…I just do. Hopefully, Paul will play along with my little games. He seems to be so far!
Couldn't talk the trainer into cumming over today...probably because he knew the only thing I would be training is his dick and how it should dump cum inside me. He wants to actually "train." As in exercise. With clothes on. I can do that anytime. How about sticking your dick in my mouth and pumping a load of thick dick snot down my throat and quit worrying about whether I exercise dammit! I'll get around to it. Right after I get my pre-workout sperm drink.
So, I did a three-way yesterday, aka, a threesome, with a guy and his wife. It made me think of this video. The threesome was good. For me, at least. The wife was nervous, and the husband had some performance issues here and there, but in the end, as far as I know, we all had a wonderful orgasm or two. The only hiccup we had is she didn't want her husband to cum inside of me. He did anyway, and I could tell she wasn't happy about it. I was. I was thrilled about it. It was a thick, sticky load that stayed put for a few hours in my pussy and I enjoyed feeling it swim around inside me for the rest of the night. I was tonguing her clit and asshole when I felt her husband dick, unannounced, start twitching around in the classic death throes a cock makes when it cums. I didn't say a thing. I just kept on making her do her own twitchy stuff as I licked her clit. She noticed though, just as he was pumping the last weak pump his dick had in it. She yelled "Trey!" I guess that's how you spell Trey...I could be wrong. "Trey! Did you just cum inside of her?" He got that "Ooops look guys get when they goofed up. She tried to play it off like she wasn't mad, but she was. She apologized to me like it was some kind of offense. I was going to convey to her that it was anything but an offense. Sex was meant to be enjoyed with a happy ending that ends up deep in your guts. The only time you should see sperm is in a porn for proof of cum shot. Be it in you or swallow it, jizz shouldn't realize the light of day in my book. I do like a good tit painting now and then, though, so I guess there are exceptions. But I ended up telling her it was fine and went back to eating her out. I got her off with my fingers and a vibrator so she wasn't that upset or she wouldn't have cum. Then, after she came, she apologized it took so long and was so messy. I assured her it was my pleasure, and it truly was. I got fucked into a great cum, a cunt full of sticky sperm for my efforts, my face doused in pussy juice, and I didn't even have to leave my house. Seriously...what could be better?
Paul has a good dick. At least he uses what he has nicely. If I were his wife, I’d keep close tabs on that cock. But she’s not, and because of it…that cock is pumping cum in my belly instead of hers. His dick is a keeper, for sure. Her loss, my gain. He’s fun as well. We had a good time on the beach just hanging out. He asked me about all the stuff I get into with OFs and the deal with Scott and the other guys. I told him, and he was good with it. He asked me what if he wanted to be more than just another dick in the stable? He wanted to know if I would stop fucking Scott if he asked me to. I said I would stop fucking Scott. He said what if he didn’t want Scott to see me naked anymore? I said I would have to think about that. I need someone to hold the video camera now and then. I can do the photos myself but the video camera…Scott is the go-to guy for that. Hard not to be naked in front of Scott when he’s the one videoing me fingering myself. I was explaining this to Paul as we were standing in the ocean. He started fingering me with about 50 people around us. He is a master with his fingers. He can hold my clit with two fingers and rub it with his thumb. It made my knees weak. He asked me again if I would forbid Scott to see me naked, and I agreed while he made me squirm from rubbing my clit. Scott will not be thrilled about that. Honestly, I don’t know if that will work. I need Scott, as he is the only one willing to stick his dick online for me at the moment. But then I brought Paul home, and he slowly fucked me stupid. We did the super sappy make-love thing, and it was exceptional. We made out while he fucked me missionary-style. He moves so well. His dick slides inside me in just such a way it makes me hold my breath. I ended up cumming amazingly hard, with his dick buried deep inside me and his tongue in my mouth. Right after I came, he emptied his sperm balls deep inside of me. I love it when guys pump themselves empty balls deep. If they just keep the head of their dick in me, all the cum just runs out. When they go balls deep, and the head of their cock is touching my stomach when it spills its load…the cum stays inside me for hours. Pretty good for a guy 25 yrs younger than me. It’s like the student is teaching the teacher with Paul. I like that. I also like sitting here with his sperm swimming around in my pussy and typing this out. I really need to not think about that. I’ll end up turning myself on.
Back to Paul’s wife. I don’t know if it’s even a loss for her. From what Paul says, and this is just one side of the story, it could be wrong. It’s the same old same old. She once was fit and trim, had kids got fat, and doesn’t want to have sex anymore. I have heard and seen this a zillion times before, so his version of the story probably has some merit. She is fat. He showed me a picture from 2 years ago and one from yesterday. She’s a solid 75 lbs up. She tells him that having the kids did it to her, which is bullshit. I’ve had 2 kids myself, and I gained about 20 lbs, including the kid during each. I also worked and exercised through both pregnancies. And I fucked like a rabbit. That was the best part. I was horny like a motherfucker. About two weeks after each kid, I buzzed myself off multiple times a day. About 2 months after my second one, I was back to my original weight, and I was getting ass fucked on the side of a residential street by a co-worker in a delivery van. So I don’t pay attention to these women who say kids or pregnancy ruin the sex drive. You make or break your sex drive. Period. No pun intended. I mean, come on, I had a hysterectomy, and I was fucking 2 months after that. That was 30 yrs ago, and I’ve been hornier than the day before ever since. You have to want sex more than eating junk food while watching TV. Seems like a no-brainer to me.
