I had a date with Ryan tonight. He is trying to do everything he can to get me to be his one and only. I will have to cancel our date. Bob just said he would be turning my holes into cum gaped canyons today. I'm not passing that up. I am going to Bob's office at 11 this morning. Ryan will have to grow a bigger dick in the next hour or so to get me to change my mind. Even worse for Ryan, I have Bob all to myself until Wednesday next week. My poor husband is even in a worse position. Bob has told me he doesn't want him to see me naked, much less touch or jerk off looking at me. I'm good with that. Ryan and Scott, I feel for you two, I really do, but I don't make the rules. Bob does. Send your complaints to him. I don't think he really cares about their feelings, though. And I like that. I want to be Bob's property. More like his sperm dumpster, but that's even better. That must be a good feeling. To take away another man's woman with nothing more than the power of your cock. I know what it's like. I have taken away men from their wives and girlfriends with nothing more than my pussy. But it's not the same. It doesn't hold the same level of complete and total conquer that a man achieves when he takes ownership of another man's wife. It must make both Ryan and Scott feel like wimpy little servants. Even better is I know neither one will move on from me. I will own them both as they wait their turn, hoping I give them whatever pussy is left that Bob doesn't take. That makes my swampy wet. I hope Bob spends the night at my house. I hope he stays all week. I hope he resizes me so often I forever have gaped holes. Fuck, I want him to breed me like I'm a baby factory.
Where is Scott going to stay if Bob stays with me? He has his own house. He will be fine. It's a fantasy, but in a perfect world, Bob would move in, and Scott would never see the inside of my house again. I'd still keep Scott. But only to let him know how insignificant he is to me because of Bob. I think Scott would accept his new role and be happy. I can't say for sure, though. I want to find out. It's making me touch myself thinking about it.
I got laid today. It was good. I can't talk about it. I promised I wouldn't. I have already said too much. I wrote a ton on this one, so quit reading now, or you will be at it for a while.
Throwback Thursday. What that really means is I didn't get a chance to make some new stuff today. That doesn't happen often. I feel bad about it, but not bad enough to get all dolled up and make some new content. So you get the old stuff today. Circa 2012, Denver, NC, Lake Norman on my $1500 Pontoon boat that never broke down once. I did suck a lot of cock on that boat, though!
Look. I'm not all-powerful and ruler of all. Not even close. I am definitely not everyone's cup of tea. All I have to do is look at the beautiful women all around me, and the girl drool leaving my pussy reminds me that there are tons of way hotter chicks than me. But I was born with a neat little ability to touch that spot in a man's mind that turns his dick hard and the brain off. Without getting too self-absorbed in this... that's my superpower. Just saying. In case you were wondering.
There was a guy. Super good-looking. Super fit. Dick was okay. Certainly not strong enough to take control of my pussy. Complete and utter asshole. He said the worst shit to everyone and anyone for no reason. He was smart enough to play me well enough to bend me over and breed me. I don't regret that. He was eye candy, and I got to put his dick in my guts. It was a pretty lame fuck, but you have these things. When guys are cool, I always give them more chances to get it right. Sometimes, mixing my insides up how I like it takes a few breedings. The practice is fun. But he was a dick. Any yes, he had a small dick. That wasn't the problem, though. Small dicks work as well as big ones. They just don't carry the visual aspect a huge cock brings. That's about it. But guys place a massive amount of importance on dick size. I'll tie it all together in a minute. The problem was he started insulting my body. How my tits looked like shit. I should get them done again because they were to big, and while I was there, maybe they could do something about the size of my clit. I was shocked, so I didn't respond. I just went home. So, long story short. I never fucked this jerk again. I did end up being a regular sperm sponge for one of his friends, though. We all met at a table with a dozen other people one night. I didn't see a problem with that. The issue came when he ran his mouth to everyone about how he fucked his buddy's girlfriend out loud and obnoxiously. He kept on it all night, and I finally just let loose on him and made it public about what terrible fuck he was and how inferior his dick was compared to his friends. He said a few dumb things I don't remember, but I finished by telling everyone how he made two pumps and dumped his cum on my leg. I told them if it weren't for him jizzing my leg like a dog in heat, I wouldn't have even known he fucked me. I said a lot more, but I don't remember it all. The thing is, everything I said just came out perfectly, and it stung hard. That doesn't happen to me too often. I usually say a few dumb things myself. But not that night. He made a few comeback retorts, but it didn't help. I shrunk him into a tiny little quivering bug squealing like a bitch about how what I said wasn't true. But everyone knew I was legit. And with that, I permanently converted him from the big, tough stud to a squeaky little troll. He just disappeared after that night. Then, I saw him about a year ago. He put on a lot of weight and lost all of his muscle. Shame he had a body. Now, he looks like the people he used to make fun of. I wonder if he still thinks about me and that night. I bet he does. I don't. Until now. But I'll forget all about him again in 30 minutes.
Shit. Sorry. That was quite the share. Way too boring. But it is what I was thinking about, so thats how it got there.
I wonder if Scott gets jealous that Bob's cock makes me cum so much harder and faster than his does? Ryan is exceptionally jealous. Ryan tells me I should quit seeing him because he's married and has kids. I keep telling Ryan I'm not seeing Bob. I'm visiting with his penis. There is a difference. I don't like Bob as a person. I am madly in love with his dick though. So much so that I would do some very questionable things to have it, and that probably bothers Ryan the most. My husband Scott gets excited for me when I have dates with Bob. I don't really know why. He knows I would leave him for Bob's cock in a second. Still, that makes his dick hard as a rock when I tell him that. Rayn, on the other hand, goes completely soft and gets angry when I tell him Bob's cock makes him look wildly inferior. I wouldn't tell him, but he always asks. Ryan's not even my husband, and he gets mad. One of the main reasons he isn't my husband. Funny how guys work.
This morning, I talked with a married guy subscribing to my OFs. Good looking dude nice body, good looking cock. I'd have fucked his dick off, but he doesn't live here, and getting with travelers and matching their schedules can be way too much work. So, sadly, that didn't happen. But it would have if only he were local. Bummer for both of us. It would have been nice to have another cock to replace a few of the other ones occasionally. See if Scott could match the flavor of sperm to the guy who pumped it in me before he ate me out. I wonder if he could? I know I can tell when a guy uses Viagra. I can taste it. The aftertaste of cum is all the same. That's probably because it's already in my stomach, and the flavor has to float up. I would have liked to have found out how this guy pumped cum. But not meant to be.
I love and hate looking at porn on X/Twitter in the morning. I lose an hour between scrolling and fingering myself. Just like I did in this video. It starts out as scrolling. Then I find a picture I like and end up fingering myself. Sometimes I cum. Sometimes I just frustrate myself to the point I'm going to hump the first dude I see. I thought I would share that. I share way too much.
Walked into a damn spider's web this morning. It's funny. I destroyed the spider's home, ruined its version of a grocery store, and still...I feel like the victim here, probably because I'm constantly pulling at that invisible web that may or may not be on me.
Man. Like 3 people asked me if I fuck older men. Of course I do. I like older men. They have gotten used to life's disappointments, which means they are now more than ready for me. When I say older, I'm talking like 60 and above. Anything not 60 or above I don't consider to be in those golden years. What is the oldest guy ever to slip a cock inside me? I'd say 78. Was he good? It was okay. It wasn't his age that made him so so. It was his general attitude, and I vividly recall all he wanted to do was pump my guts and empty a load in me. No foreplay, just pump and run. Unless I'm using you for spank bank material for a rub-out session later on...I came to play. As in, let's get some rocking orgasms going on. That didn't happen. So I never saw him again. He was loaded like super loaded. He thought his cash would make me wet between the legs. It didn't, so that didn't work out well at all for him. If I spread my legs...you better be doing your best to turn me into a cum machine.
Married men constantly ask me if I can keep it a secret. I've said it before. I'll repeat it. I can, without question, keep a secret. It's all the people I tell those secrets who can't keep their mouths shut. I'm not pointing fingers. I'm just saying.
I had the Spectrum guy stop by today, and he left red-faced and flustered. These are the pics that did it. He swapped out my modem that wasn't working for a newer one. Then he had me pop on my desktop to check it all out. I didn't think about it, but I didn't close my browser or anything else. The computer just went to sleep, so it had a black screen. When I hit the keyboard...boom. There I was, huge tits sitting on the table. I took some pics. I wasn't going to post them because I thought they looked weird. I didn't close them down. And Tweetdeck was running, so all the porn was scrolling on by. Then I started closing stuff. Each time I closed a window, another window with me doing something xxx hardcore popped up. Now...I really don't care. Why would I? I post shit up every damn day with me doing some perverted thing or another. But he blurted out, "Oh my God!" I was like, "Sorry...forgot to close it down." He tried to be cool about it, but it messed with his head. He couldn't even look at me, which is funny because I could have cared less.
People are worried about their jobs. I have no idea why. There are more jobs than people willing to do them. I don't know. I haven't been part of the "normal" workforce in 30 years. I never worried about recessions or economic downturns. Why? The more a ho gets laid off the more money she makes.
We have some crack addicts here in Daytona. They are all professional bike thieves. Never buy your bike at a store...just find the crackhead with the model you want and give them $50. I mean they have the latest electric models as well. You will have to get the charger on your own, though. My neighbor's brother wanders the street. I'm being serious when I say this. I didn't even know this was a thing. He's hooked on meth and brake fluid. When they told me this, I said well, it's not all bad news...he should be able to stop anytime. I got some blank stares. I'm not sure they got it. Brake fluid...stop...no? Too much too soon? I don't know.
I got many suggestions on why I shouldn't have drank the sperm yesterday. Some said it was because he didn't really cum. They could tell because I didn't show him the jizz after I sucked it out of the head of his dick. Okie dokie. Well, the thing is...after I drank it...it was gone. He knew he pumped cum in my mouth. I didn't need to remind him of that by showing it to him. Dribbling cum is a porn video move. Who does that in real life? I'm not going to drool sperm all over when I could drink it down. I worked the rim of the head of his dick with my tongue for one reason. So I could feel his cum slide down my throat. Others thought I should have let him cum when he was titty fucking me. I could have done that. In fact, we stopped titty fucking because he was going to cum. Which is awesome, and that would have looked good as well. But...I wanted to sit on his dick and flex a little. I thought it would look good. Plus, I selfishly wanted him to pump some sperm in my guts. I was in that kind of mood. But...and you aren't going to want to hear this, I bent his dick a few times while riding him, and he couldn't cum that way. It happens. So I sucked the balls snot out of his testicles and got myself a bellyful of jizz. Which worked out for me quite nicely. I didn't get any cumplaints from him either. So...That is how that video, which I had no idea I would make, ended up like it did. Now you know the rest of the story.
People thought it was strange when I said Scott, my husband, doesn't sleep in the same bedroom as I do. They think it's entirely off the wall when I tell them he doesn't even live in the same house most of the time. He has his. I have mine. It works for us. I know it does for me. I keep a room in my house for him. I don't want anyone sleeping in my bed. You can breed me until cum is running out of all my holes, but when you're done pumping me...off you go. I'd let Bob move in, though. If he let me use his dick as I pleased, that is. I really would. Fucker would never do it, though. He's not that into me. What about Scott if he moved in? What about him? Bob is the superior man. He gets what he wants. Good thing Scott has his own place, I guess. I should shut up now. I'm letting my thoughts transfer unfiltered, and that can get scary.
Went out with Mandy. Had some wings. Then had her incredibly perfect pussy for dessert. I used my dildo on her while she bent over doggy style and licked her ass. She came. Like super fast. I should take a bow. She dripped all over my bedspread. That's a small price to pay for such a primo pussy. I'm telling you, this chick is hot. She sucks in bed, though. Her attempt at getting me to cum was pretty p!ss poor. She does this long, uncoordinated lick that feels like a sponge. I don't know what a sponge feels like, but in my mind, her licking my box is what a sponge feels like. She tried the dildo but had zero rhythm, which was also awkward. That's okay. I was there for the pussy anyway. Getting her to taste me was an added bonus. I masturbated in front of her and got off, watching her watch me. She touched herself without thinking about it and got super embarrassed when she saw me watching. I don't know why. That's what made me cum. I don't know that I'll ever be besties with her. She doesn't like the same things I like, talks politics 24/7, and lives a posh lifestyle. I have 3 jacked mullet-sporting redneck swamp buggies in my driveway. My driveway insinuates my driving license was suspended before I was born. But who knows? She constantly texts me, but she doesn't even bring her phone when we go out. I like that. But she talks a ton, so maybe a phone wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Someone reminded me why I screwed my co-workers so often at work. Because that last couple of hours were so slow and tedious, and all you did was watch the clock. So I flirted to pass the time. Flirting led to a little bit more, and a little bit more led to me inhaling a co-worker's cock with my cunt. I worked in a hospital. You would be shocked at how many rooms there are available to get your pussy pumped with an end-of-shift load of sperm. I bet back in those days, I fucked at least 10 guys at that hospital over the several years I worked there. I may have sucked off about the same amount. I was big into giving head. I still am. But I was super enthusiastic about it in those days. I probably scared a few guys I was so into it. The hospital is where I honed my "cheating wife" skills. I never got caught there. I got caught when I went to home health care. In the store warehouse with a co-worker's dick in my mouth that blew sperm the exact moment the boss walked in. I got fired. He got fired. It was such a good story it got back to my husband, and I was busted. It was worth it. The guy's name was Scott. Not the Scott I'm with today. That's just a coincidence. My Scott now isn't even half the man my Scott was from back then. Literally. Scott had the most enormous cock I have ever had the privilege to hold in my hand. 13 long fat inches of cock perfection. I thought I would leave my husband for him, but in the end, he was a player, and I wasn't really leaving my husband for him. I was leaving my husband for Scott's dick. Scott just liked me because I was a super willing and available cum dump for his dick. He had the looks, the body, the personality. So Scott had all the other chicks as well. If he had told me he would keep me around to have a chick willing to empty his testicles on command, I would have left my husband for him. I really would have. I was having the best orgasms of my life. That messes with your critical thinking. Didn't matter anyway. Scott moved away. My husband at the time couldn't get past the fact Scott's cock had resized me, so much so that I couldn't cum with his dick anymore. So he hit me with divorce papers, and down the road I went. We didn't hate each other. We kept in touch for the longest time after that. We got along well enough that I fucked my ex about 3 years ago after 20-plus years. The fucker still couldn't make me cum. When he asked if I was going to cum and I said no, that pretty much made things awkward. He made some off-the-wall remarks about me being a porn whore and that kind of stuff. I ignored him, patted him on his head, and down the road he went. I haven't heard from him again since. I wasn't mad he couldn't get me off. I would have taught him what he needed to do. His ego wouldn't let that happen. His loss and my gain.
So I drank the cum. I didn't swirl it around, and I didn't push it out of my mouth and let it drool out. I just ate it. Not the best visual for a video, but I wanted to drink it, so I did. No gagging, no "ew gross" faces, just a girl drinking sperm. Anyway. I'll keep this one short. I have a date with Mandy in just a few so gotta get the old pussy spiffy clean for her. I'm going to try and get pics. See how that works out. Talk to you in a bit.
I do get a lot of guys, both on here and ones I run into, that think they have to talk me into sex. Like, I'm not really sure I want to be doing it and need some encouragement. Here's the news. I don't put a dick in my mouth to pleasure a guy. I do it to pleasure myself. It's a pastime of mine that I so happen to love doing. I don't look into your eyes to ensure I'm doing it right. I look into your eyes to see how I control your every move and thought. To watch you make that ridiculous cum face when your balls finally start pumping cum. I can and have ruined careers and marriages because guys get desperate to repeat that cum high they got when I emptied their testicles down my throat the night before. So desperate they make life-impacting judgment errors. Ryan is living in a $279-a-week motel because he chased that cum high. Even if you still think you can maintain control, think about this. Your dick is between my teeth, so who is really in charge here?
I know. You watch porn. It always looks like the chick has to do everything possible to make the guy happy. And I like happy guys. But I want to be happy myself. So, no, I'm not going to make ridiculous sounds or try and gag-chunk myself, so it feeds into some ego thing. I love to suck a dick. I do. So much so that I have to explain to the guys that I don't want them touching me. I just want to suck their dick and eat the cum. I don't want cum on my tits, face, or anywhere else. I want to drink it down. Thats it. Eating cum is 50 percent of my enjoyment, so let me enjoy it. I want to taste it 5 hours later. I don't want to clean it off me, the bed, or the floor. I will tell you that I separate the man from his dick and that I don't really care about him. He's just a vessel to carry the dick around for me. And that is true to an extent. But the rest of the body's reaction when a man cums is essential. The physical act of making a guy cum is beyond fascinating for me. I find it incredible how it all syncs to get to that one final blissful moment. The hardening of the cock. The twitches, the spasms that almost look like cramps, the pumping. I like to put my finger in that spot right behind the balls where something joins together, and I have no idea what it is. Sometimes you can see it in porn when a guy cums. You can feel it pump when a guy cums. I have to find that spot, and I always do. In my mind, my finger massaging that little pump is making his orgasm all that much stronger. I don't know for sure, but I like to think it does. Anyway, all of it mind blowing hot for me. That is probably why I have always loved sperm. It's just so amazing what it takes to get it to leave the balls. When I do get the release, I want to feel it, taste it, and make it part of me by eating it. By taking a man's sperm and eating it, I make a part of him a part of me forever. I know. Weird. The whole blog is bizarre today, but I'm just telling you how I see it. Watch porn. Watch how 99 percent of all porn chicks who proclaim they love cum shy away from it. Make that face that screams, "I'm not getting paid enough for this." Then, find that 1 percent who get excited. You can see it in their eyes. The anticipation. The lust for it. They never make that "pretend not to be horrified face." They eat the sperm like it's the last meal on earth. Every damn time. Find that girl. Marry her. Just don't expect her to be faithful to you, and you will be fine.
Been a while, but I woke up with dried cum on my thighs in someone else's bed this morning. I must have forgotten to go home last night. Scott texted me a million times, wanting to know where I was at. I was in some dude's house begging him to put his dick in my guts... that's where I was at. Any more questions, Scott?
Does anyone remember Mike? I used to fuck him like three or four years ago. Another married dude who found his marital morality and quit fucking me after he blew about a dozen loads of sperm into my rectum. He's still married. She happens to be in Orlando at some family thing. He stayed home. I ran into him last night at The Boothill. One thing led to another, and I ended up in his bed all night long. He woke up with his dick in my mouth. My breakfast was a fresh, hot load of testicle snot. Then I gave him a big salty kiss good morning. My ass is stretched, but it feels good that way. I rode him cowgirl with his dick in my asshole. He caught me looking at his family photos while I was masturbating his dick with my butthole. He tried to stop me, but I liked looking at his pictures. It's sexy as fuck knowing I can do that to a man. Make him forget they even exist because all he can think about is pumping cum into my guts. I don't want him to leave his family or ruin his marriage. I like knowing my skills and how I use my holes can make all that happen. It's like playing with old dynamite. You just never know.
He said we can't do it again. I said, "You told me that last time and here you are feeding my asshole your cum." He told me how much he loved his wife and family. I told him it was obvious that he loved the way my insides felt more than he loved his family. He said he was married, and it was wrong. I said, "I'm married and forgot to go home last night. You don't see me crying about it." I reminded him his dick was stone hard this morning when I fed myself with it. He must not have felt too guilty about it. I know that I certainly enjoyed getting my asshole widened out by another guy who isn't my husband. I know of at least 3 good cums last night. I don't feel the least bit guilty. If Scott doesn't like it, tough cookies. It's a hard world. Get a helmet. He can bury his dick in any chick's asshole he wants. I'm not going to stop him or hold it against him. Just get me details so I have something to rub one out with. He won't do it, though. He's my property to do with as I please. He's adjusted his social norms and morals to accommodate me, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have it any other way. That's the power of sex. I bet he was up all night wondering where I was, who I was with, and what I was doing. I bet what he envisioned me doing was close to what happened. I wonder if at the exact moment the tip of Mike's cock touched that deep place in my colon and set my orgasm off, Scott was picturing that very thing in his mind. I hope so. I wonder if Mike's wife thought he was watching TV at that moment. She had no idea he was telling me he loved me when his dick started pumping sperm that was supposed to belong to her into my body. I hope Mike cleans the cum off of his bedspread that dripped out of my asshole. If not, he might have some questions to answer.
I did go out last night. I did get impaled on a breeding stick. It wasn't all that, though. It was with Scott. He stuck it in. I came, told him to pull it out of me and finish with his hand. He did just that. I did let him cum on my leg. He was happy about that. I wouldn't want Scott to breed with me to get knocked up. I don't think his cum is all that. I don't have a scientific reason to say that other than I like other guys jizz more than his. I would want Bob to spray his cum inside me and fertilize me. I'd make Scott raise it, though. Not just because it's hot. He'd be a better father. But sexually, he sucks. Again, not that he does anything wrong, and I have no actual basis for saying that other than it turns me on to make him inferior to other men. By doing so, I end up wanting other men more than him, and that is my go-to scenario when I want to be really turned on. Truthfully, I like making actual inferior men to Scott into superior men who rule Scott. The whole role reversal thing makes me a girl cum swamp in the pussy department. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I was thinking about it and couldn't get it out of my mind.
Tony jerked off for me on his phone. He wanted to cum over and pump me full of his 20-something sperm, but I got things going on that won't allow that. So I suggested Tony watch me finger myself while he jerked off. I had people in my house, so I went into the bathroom, turned on some music, sat on the commode, and pointed the phone camera at my pussy while he did the same, except his phone was pointed at his dick. He looked good. So good I had this urge to taste his dick. I thought I was just going to finger myself for his pleasure but fuck if I didn't have a pretty damn good cum myself. I don't know what to say. Guys look good jerking off. I have always had a thing for watching guys rub one out in front of me. I like it right before they pump the jizz. Their eyes glaze over, and their face locks up. That must be the point where the brain starts pumping that dopamine into their system. I didn't see Tony's face, but I saw his hand start moving slowly and stop. Then he started up again, and sperm just drooled out of the tip of his dick. That's the part I need to know more about. I need to know what that feels like. I know what my orgasm feels like, but the cock and the balls...what do they feel? I don't feel my orgasm in my clit, nor in my pussy. It's in my body, most intensely in my head and down the top of my neck and lower back. Weird...I know. But guys have that dick, along with a set of balls. It seems like it stiffens up so hard it hurts. Does it? I don't know. In my mind, it's almost like a relief. Like it's uncomfortable to keep the cum inside of the balls, and when it cums out, it looks so satisfying. Magical almost. What do the balls feel if anything at all? Fuck me. I'll never know, but if there were a pill that would let me be a guy for a week, I would pay anything for it.
I have no idea how I got onto that train of thought, but I did. Anyway. Tony did an excellent job of rubbing one out for me. He had a big finish. I liked it when he was done pumping, and he squeezed his cock from the balls to the head and pushed out a good amount of cum. I bet there was more in there he didn't get. I would have liked to have removed that from his dick for him, but the day didn't allow for that. But it sure looked good.
On that note. Once again, you never have to ask to send me photos, videos, whatever, no matter how xxx they may be. But if you really want me to pay attention. Include the sperm dump. Thank you in advance.
My massage with a happy ending pursuit has taken on a life of its own. I confused people. In my mind, the person giving me a happy ending is a hot Asian chick. I got some good tips on what to look for and ask so I don't get rejected and embarrass myself.
I had a day yesterday. So much going on. All unexpected. Somehow, I was able to drink Ryan's sperm when I got a break in the action. Nothing spectacular. I unzipped him, left his balls in his jeans, and sucked his cock while he sat in his car. Less than five minutes later, I was slipping a hot, slimy load of ball snot down my throat. As many of you know, I don't like the post cum drip, so I sucked him soft until there was no cum left in his dick. It's the right thing to do. He was kind enough to let me eat his cum. I should be nice enough to clean up my mess. I know, everyone thinks when a chick sucks a cock she's doing the guy a favor. That is not entirely true. Sucking the sperm out of Ryan's testicles and letting it slide into my belly put a smile on my face. A spring in my step. It just brightened up my whole day. And I masturbated thinking about it last night, so it also gave me spank bank material. I got as much or more out of putting his dick in my mouth as he did. Did I cum? No. I didn't. But I felt sexy as fuck for the rest of the day. That turned into a masturbation session that ended in a super intense orgasm. So in a roundabout way, I did get off from sucking Ryan's cock to completion. I bet you would as well. Admit it. If you knew the only thing you would be doing was sucking my oversized clit and licking my swampy pussy until I pumped a fountain of girl cum in your mouth, you would do it. With a smile on your face. And you would jerk off later when you could. So, what makes you think I would be any different? Just saying.
Better late than never...just took me a while to get going on here! I got some good stuff I just couldn't get it loaded up. I'll drop it all on you tonight!
What to do with myself today. Nobody is going to fuck me stupid, that's for sure. I'll have to figure that all out on my own. It's one of those days. I'm annoyingly horny and would love to get some real dick, but that isn't going to happen. I could fuck Scott, but that would break the cuckold cycle, and I'm not willing to do that. His dick sure does look good right about now, though. I am going to watch cumshot porn. That's my fave. It never gets old watching a cock pump sperm. Lots of the porn I watch probably won't interest you. I have this compilation video I watch, and it's nothing but dicks pumping mind-boggling amounts of cum. I'm not talking about the fake stuff. I hate that. It's so obvious that it's staged, and the cum looks so unreal it's not even worth watching. You would think they could do better. I'm talking about guys with magical testicles that can pump unbelievable amounts of thick, ropey sperm. I would so fuck every one of them, regardless of what they look like, just to feel that hot jizz flooding my guts. So,...time to break out the tablet, the vibrator, and my imagination and pretend it's me getting pumped full of ball snot.
Just one of those annoying days when I can't get cumming off of my mind. I feel like I'm overdue for a make me stupid orgasm. I'm holding out to see what my local stable of guys will produce for me. I can assure them they will leave with deflated ball sacks. By the time I'm done with them, their sack will resemble a pancake. I really wish that would happen. How fun would that be?
My boyfriend took what was once my husband's and made it his own. I'm so completely under his power that I can't even let my husband see me in the nude. That's a perfect marriage.
Every day, someone asks me what my sexual fantasy is. You really don't want to know. It's more mental than physical. My fantasies bum many guys out because it's not what they want to hear. I don't see the point in lying to you, though. If I did, I would tell you something like, "I crave a huge cock bending me over and stretching me out like never before, making me cum over and over and make me scream fuck me, Daddy!" And honestly, that sounds fucking fantastic. I bring that very thing, less the "Fuck Me, Daddy!" into my fantasy when rubbing one out. But what am I actually thinking? Get ready, it's pretty out there, but it does wonders for making my pussy a wet mess.
I think about finding a guy in his late 20s or early 30s who is hot, has a body, and of course has a beautiful dick. Single, no more married guys. I want to be into him, like really into him and him into me, so much that I want to spend more time with him than my husband. It's super mental and humiliating for Scott after this because my fantasy stud takes over. He takes me to all the places my husband usually takes me and makes out with me in front of the people who know us. He marks me as his property in front of everyone my husband knows, including people he works with. I even have this little thing about getting fingered at the bar while people watch, but that's just me. He insists that my husband no longer see me naked, and of course, I agree. It is at this point in my fantasy that I'm pretty much ready to cum. I can picture the look on Scott's face when I pull a towel up to hide my body and tell him it's inappropriate for him to see me naked anymore, and I mean it. Fuck me. I get wet just thinking about that one. But there is a ton more to this whole thing. I start thinking about going to his place and sucking his sperm out of his dick until his balls are empty. It will make him happy, and I want to make him happy. It's something I would never do for my husband. I actually don't suck Scott's cock unless it's a video. That is my little way of playing a part of this fantasy out in real life. It's my mission to do things to other men's cocks that I won't do for his. I start getting more extreme at this point. Such as a personal fave of mine is I want my stud to breed me until he pumps a kid into me. Then I want my husband to have to raise it. Every time he sees that kid, he will know a superior man with a superior cock took what used to be his and made it his own simply by putting his dick in my guts and converting me into his cum dump, and there is nothing he can do about it. He will accept accept a better man dumped his sperm inside me and continues to do so at will. If not, he will be gone. Would I play this fantasy out in real life? IN A SECOND! I've gone this far so no point in denying it.
Look, my fantasy, well, this particular one, has a thousand more ways to go, and I change them all the time, but it all aligns with the above. This isn't my only fantasy by any means, but it's the most prevalent one. I have omitted some of the super brutal and humiliating parts because I don't want to scare you or Scott away. He reads these things, so I try to be mindful of that. Anyway, I told you my fantasy won't be what you expected. I wonder why we all think our fantasies align with everyone else's, but they rarely do. I wish they did because then I'd be in business 24/7!
I did go to Tony's football thing on Sunday. There were about 10 guys and 3 girls, myself included. The chicks fucked shit up. Both were in their 20s, and they thought they were the shit and part of the group "in-crowd." They put themselves in between me and every guy there, including Tony. Very effectively, I might add. Every time I talked with a guy, they moved right on in. Professional cock blockers, those two. Two chubby little assholes. They made everything awkward. If they had not been there, Tony would have had to deal with some of his friends, knowing what it feels like to be inside of me. But these two little future supersizers kept a solid guard on their potential future husband pool. Hats off to them for keeping me dick free. It was even more challenging because everyone was glued to their phone screens. I don't think they watched any of the games on TV. These days, I suppose it's not unusual. What is unusual is that I usually get at least a few behind-the-scenes phone numbers or contact info. I didn't get squat because the two little pudgy buddies were right there, making sure I didn't. Again, very effectively, I might add. I haven't heard squat. I won't hear squat. So...sadly, no new dick for me. Not to worry, I'll find dick. I always do. The answer to the question is, did I fuck Tony? No. He seems somewhat scared of these two chicks, and I don't know why. It's not a good look for him. He should have whipped his dick out in front of everyone and let me suck the sperm out of his testicles while they watched. I would have done that. Seriously. I would have.
Garbage men got me to thinking about me getting my insides rearranged by a couple of working guys with stiff dicks using my holes for their lunch break. Not sure why that "came up," but now it's stuck in my head.
Some said something about me stealing my daughter's boyfriend and fucking him. I don't have a daughter, so that can't happen. But oddly enough, I have a hell of a story that's absolutely true. I know a porn chick, and I can't say her name because I promised I never would, who not only fucked her daughter's boyfriend but got knocked up by him. Even better...the daughter and boyfriend got married. Is it even legal? I guess it would be. Here is the kicker. She still fucks her daughter's husband behind her back. She says he has something about him that makes her want to open her legs for him. Probably the same reason her daughter, who has a kid from him now as well, opens her pussy for him. I want to fuck him sight unseen just because he sounds that fun. I won't lie. I like the salaciousness of it all. It makes me tingle a bit thinking about how wrong and whorish it is of my friend to not only get bred by her daughter's now husband but also have his kid. I wonder how they explain that at family get-togethers. I personally wouldn't do it, but I love my friend even more for being such a shameless cock hound. Again, not something I would do, but I'm a bit jealous of her for being more of a cock hound than I am. Plus, if you met this lady, she seems like the poster kid for class and elegance. So...the contrast of her fucking her daughter's boyfriend and now husband is smoking hot.
So, I got pumped into submission yesterday. I'm more than okay with that. I love knowing a man's cock can turn me into cum putty. It's the natural order of things if you ask me. I have no problems with that. Why would I? I came so hard yesterday that I couldn't remember my own name. No complaints whatsoever about that. I just wish I could do it again right now. I have the pictures of me with my mouth hanging open and Bob's sperm drooling out pulled up on my computer. I'm not going to lie. Seeing myself entirely conquered by cock turns my pussy into a sloppy swamp. I can't believe I just laid my head on the bed and let him ram his cock down my throat like a sex toy until it pumped its cum into my stomach. I can't believe I want his dick to turn me back into a cock socket again right now. I have been thinking about how he used me so thoroughly. Truthfully, it's all I can think about. I was making breakfast, and all I could picture was Bob holding the back of my head and laughing as he pumped my face with his cock. When he was done, and cum poured out of my mouth, I had an orgasm. He didn't touch me. I didn't touch myself. It was completely involuntary. I felt it start, and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't move. I could only feel the orgasm wash over my body and groan. When I finally lifted my head up, Bob's sperm poured out of my mouth. I would have gladly eaten it, but I didn't know it had pooled in my mouth. I swallowed what was left of it. Bob left me on my bed covered in his jizz inside and out. He didn't even say goodbye.
Scott came home, and I still hadn't cleaned up. I had mostly dried sperm on my lips and chin. There was still pooled cum on the bed, and strings of jizz still leaking down my legs that were getting on my recliner. I didn't tell him Bob was coming over. That was my way of letting him know Bob had been there. Scott asked me for details, but I didn't feel like dealing with him, so I told him to leave me alone for a while. I needed to get myself back together. Eventually, I did. For the most part. Sex that good is like heroin. You can't stop chasing the ultimate high. In my case, that high would be the ultimate orgasm. Scott wanted details and asked several times. I finally told him this morning. He wanted me to give him a handjob, and I said no. I told him my body that once belonged to him now belongs to someone else. The new owner is Bob. I'm serious about this. He knows this now. I let him jerk one out while I told him how Bob used me. He came on my shin, and it dripped onto the bed. I didn't like that. I thought he knew he was to cum in his hand. But he did as he was told, eating his sperm off the bed and my shin. Then I sent him to his room and rubbed one out, thinking about the power Bob has over the both of us.
I know...I'm posting super hardcore, harsh stuff today. That's because I'm doing super hardcore/intense stuff. If you want fake sex, fake cum, fake whatever...you are in the wrong place. But that's here nor there, as this is what it looks like when I get bred long and hard and left cum stupid. I don't know about you, but I can't think of a better way to burn a few hours than to get pumped full of sperm. I'm sure you want to be the one doing the pumping of said jizz, but obviously, I want to be the one being topped off with cum. I kissed Bob's dick and thanked it before he put it away for doing such a fantastic job keeping me full of cum. I hope to feel it mixing my guts up again soon.
I have no idea why it's such a big deal that I don't like drinking or smoking or anything else that fogs your head. But it is. So many people constantly feel the need to try and get me to try stuff as if I need to know what I'm missing. I do know, and I'm not missing anything. How would they like it if I started verbally judging them whenever they ordered a drink or went for a smoke? Probably not so much. I could care less who drinks/smokes/does whatever. I think no worse or any better of them. Fuck, if they didn't bring it up by trying to get me to do it, I wouldn't even think about it. I'm 56 years old. I haven't had a hangover since my 20's. I'm not going to start now.
Getting pumped full of cum kind of gets in the way of posting here. It's time-consuming. Emptying balls isn't a 5-minute chore for me. I like to spend at least a few hours, if not more, removing sperm from testicles. Even if a guy dumps his first load in a minute or less...I like to let his dick regroup and try again....and again. Bob knows this. He fucks me until I have no way to describe it other than entirely brainless. Bob fucked my cunt so good that I came so hard and so many times I couldn't sit up anymore. Then he laid my head over the edge of the bed and fucked my mouth like it was my pussy. All I could do was let him breed my mouth. It's all I wanted to do. I wish he would do it again right now. He took pics of me looking like I just got a dick lobotomy. Mouth open, cum drooling sperm fresh from his testicles. I didn't even know he took the pics until he sent them to me later. I look like hell, but I have already masturbated to them. I can't help it. All I can think about was him holding the back of my head and his dick fucking my throat. He used my mouth to pleasure his dick. I wish he would use any of my holes to pleasure his dick more often.
Okay. Ryan topped me off with sperm. I had him pump his cum in my ass. He has a good dick for ass fucking. It's long, but it's relatively thin. Its very nice shape makes it super attractive, and it simply feels good in my ass. I had him breed me a little bit because he likes to fuck my pussy. He says my clit feels amazing when it rubs his dick. But, I like his dick in my ass, and since I 100% own both the pussy and the ass...I make 100% of the rules. So I jerked his cock off with my asshole. Scott will have a surprise flavor when he tongues my sphincter later today. That makes me smile. I don't know why. I just like knowing I have the power to make him lick another man's cum from my stretched and still-loose asshole. I like it loose like that. His tongue slides right up inside my rectum. Very nice feeling indeed. Anyway, I need a good cleaning. I have Tony stopping by tonight as well. It's been a solid Friday so far, and only getting better. I'm just saying.
Ryan was fun today. He does still talk about us possibly being an item. I say to him, "What about Scott? You know, my husband?" He says I don't really love him, or I wouldn't be cheating on him with himself. I asked him if it was possible that I just liked the way his cock felt inside of me and nothing more? He said his cock feels good inside of me because I have feelings for him. I said if that was the case, I should marry Bob because his dick feels way better than yours. He got quiet. Then he stuck his dick in my ass and emptied his balls in my guts. I think he got the point. I'm seeing him again on Sunday. I'm supposed to watch football with him, which I hate doing, but he has friends coming over. I'm hoping some of his friends will be fuckable. We shall see.
Watched some ding dongs protesting something get arrested today. Daytona Beach doesn't play that silly game. They started yelling some dumb shit that the colors Red, White, and Blue stood for freedom, and they could protest where and when they wanted. Which they sort of do unless it's a cop car flashing Red, White, and Blue. Then, you might want to rethink your next move.
One thing I have learned in life. Teamwork is important. It helps to put the blame on someone else.
So, Bob turned me into a complete fucktard. He fucks me so good he's able to fuck with me. Why does he do that? Because he's a dick that happens to have a magical dick. Sometimes, the dick really is that good. His is really that good. So good that I went home with wet spots in my shorts from his sperm leaking out and told Scott that what once belonged to him now belongs to Bob. Then I masturbated in front of him and told him he could lick it clean one last time if he wanted to. He chose not to, but I came incredibly hard just seeing the look of desperation from knowing he lost me to Bob. You probably think I'm a horrible person, and I get that. But my pussy drives me to do things, and I'm helpless to stop it. I don't want to stop it. It's worth every second of trouble it gets me into. It's harsh to make a man that loves you watch you masturbate your cunt which is full of sperm from another man. It's harsher to tell him you are leaving him for the guy who pumped your pussy an hour earlier and then having a massive cum when you see his shocked face.
What I'm not telling you is that after I came that hard, I literally "came" to my senses. I'm not leaving Scott for Bob. I'd have to be an idiot. But I didn't lie to Scott. Bob had fucked me stupid. Again. For like the 100th time. I should know better. Add to that the fact that cheating, cuckolding, and humiliation is a massive turn-on to me...It's a perfect storm. I tried to explain that to him, but it took a while. Scott asked me not to do that to him again. I told him I'd try, but I couldn't promise him that. It's that dick attached to Bob. It makes me brain-dead. I was slightly worried I'd gone too far with Scott, but then a quick look at the tent his dick had made out of his gym shorts told me all was good. I grabbed his hard dick, called him a perverted bastard, and told him to jerk off in the bathroom and send me a picture of the cum. He asked me to rub it for him. I told him Bob still owns that portion of me and that he should be happy I'm even letting him jerk off. He went and jerked off in the bathroom. I got a text with a handful of cum a few minutes later. Happy wife...happy life!
Here's the funny part. I start cleaning up my cummy box, and Bob texts. He wants to know if I told Scott he was taking me as his own. I told him yes. He asked how he took it. I told him I made him watch me masturbate as I dumped him. I said he was devastated. He said that was good. Then he told me he was fucking with me. He wouldn't trade his wife in for me and said good luck with Scott and that I should let him know how it turned out. The jokes on Bob. Kind of. I will play along and act like it's a whole thing. I'll probably clue Scott in to make it even more fun. It will be like a joint effort on our part. But, in all honesty, I am also being selfish. Bob likes to dominate other men and sexually take what belongs to them. By playing Bob, I'll get more of Bob's dick in my guts. Scott will get to jerk off in the bathroom more, and I'll get more pics. I call that a win-win.
I have a date with Bob's cock today. I do so love Bob's cock. Bob, not so much. The only problem is his dick makes me stupid, and I end up falling for Bob. He makes me tell him I love him before he lets me taste his cock. I don't even hesitate. Now, I'm okay with all this. I love being so smitten by a man's penis that I obey his every command. It's a beautiful, sexy feeling. I do the exact same things to guys all the time. To the point that they might as well give me their birth certificate because I own them. It's hot to have that kind of power, and me being owned like that by Bob is even hotter. I can see why they would throw their marriages away. Cumming that hard and that much will make you see life differently. It changes you physically and mentally. When Bob tells me it's time to slip his cock into my guts, I immediately get a massive jolt of energy. I get in a fantastic mood and feel like I'm 18 again. All this is because of the anticipation of a dick about to fill my body with sperm. So do I feel bad for the guys I own because of my pussy? Not one bit. It's a beautiful feeling to be controlled by a dick, and I'm sure it's the same with a pussy.
I edged Tony in his beat-up car. His car smelled like oil. I don't think it's long for this world. I had to taste it before I rubbed it, and when I tasted it, I can't help but smell the dick. I love the smell of a clean but slightly musty cock. It sets something off in me. Kind of like Mandy's pussy, but replace the pussy with a cock. I think nature made us that way. I just don't hide the fact I like the smell of dick. Or pussy, for that matter. Tony's dick smelled delicious, so the burn oil smell was forgotten. Anyway, after I sucked the head of his dick and got it sloppy lubed with spit, I worked the head. When it dried up, I sucked it sloppy lubed again. He would tense up, lift up in his seat, forget to breathe, and grunt. Kind of a dead giveaway he was about to cum. So I squeezed his balls hard. It killed the impending orgasm he was about to have. He was mad the first time I did it. He was frustrated the second time I did it. He was starting to lose his mind the third time I did it. I thought this would be a perfect time to leave the car and walk away. Teach him a lesson for standing me up the other day. But as I was telling someone in my DM's, my curiosity got the better of me. I wondered if he would pump out a massive load after being edged so often. I had to know. So I started again, and when he got close to cumming I rubbed the ridge of the head of his cock so slow I was barely moving. I wouldn't give in and never picked up the pace. It must have taken him 5 minutes to reach that orgasm. He begged me to go faster and rub harder. Didn't happen. It just went on and on. His dick was bright red when the first rope popped out of the cum hole. He couldn't talk, made ridiculous sounds, and looked like he had a seizure. I turned him into a brainless chunk of spastic cum spewing meat. It makes me smile just saying that because it's true. He was so embarrassed. Not only was his dick bright red but so was his face. His cumshot was maybe 3 ropes of sperm at best. Just like he usually does. So I guess in the end, he wins because it sure looked like he had the cum of his life. He did have sperm all over his pants and asked me what he should do to clean it up. I told him to figure it out on his own, but he better do it fast because he was already late for work.
