sluttyjimmy

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I am actually turned on by a variation of this for myself. I am an older bottom who is past my prime by a fair margin and seldom gets fucked anymore because most guys cannot see beyond my age and the shift in my body that comes from being old and having been over used by SO MANY cocks over so many years. My desire to be a bottom slut is still very strong, but there are too many obstacles to get cock and cum up my pussy like I used to. With this in mind, I want to be in a relationship with younger, confident, cocky bottom. I would definitely be an Omega bottom to his Beta or even Alpha bottom status when it comes to me. Due to the power dynamic between me and my hot desirable bottom boyfriend, I clearly know my role: I keep my boyfriend's fuck hole wet and stimulated with my mouth while he cruises for cocks to enjoy his youthful, hot, and in-demand fuck hole. I also eat his puffy pussy in between fucks, including eating and sucking cum out of his freshly fucked hole and recycling the hot guy's cum. I do this with the understanding of everyone involved that this is the only way I would ever get cum from these guys. The top and my boyfriend may actually verbally discuss this reality, like I am not even in the room, while I suck on my boyfriend's used pussy and the top comes down from his endorphin rush and post-nut clarity begins to set in. My role is also to search for cocks for my hot boyfriend's pussy to enjoy; cocks that my old, stretched out and undesirable pussy will never enjoy. I would readily find guys who are happy and excited and eager to fuck my boyfriend in comparison to the variety of reactions I get when I attempt to find cocks to fuck me; reactions anywhere from "Hell No and Absofuckinglutely NOT!" to condescending pity or contempt. Part of the process of me finding my boyfriend cocks to enjoy, is to then give my boyfriend's pussy and the hot cock privacy to fuck without me being in the way. It is all about my boyfriend's pussy and the cocks who get to enjoy it. As an alternative to privacy, the top and my boyfriend may decide to have me sit off to the side and watch them fuck in a way that I no longer get to enjoy. I imagine sitting there watching them; a cuck happy for my boyfriend and his pussy but yearning for it to be my pussy getting the cock and ultimately the load of cum...Feeling bitter-sweet about the experience but accepting my fate. I would also enjoy my boyfriend and I cruising together for cocks for both of us, with the clear understanding my in-demand boyfriend's pussy gets to pick all of the cream of the crop cocks to enjoy, while he offers my overused and overstretched pussy only the dicks he does not want. I imaging the ratio of cocks between my boyfriend and me is great. My boyfriend getting most or all of the action while I might get a cock or load every once in a great while. I do not put that on my boyfriend in any negative way. The reality is my hot bottom boyfriend understandably wants most or all of the cocks he comes across for his own twitching pussy, with me getting his undesirables. While in this relationship, I would frequently look for hot cocks to enjoy and fully satisfy my boyfriend's A+ pussy, while he sometimes comes across dicks to use my hole while he cruises for hot cocks for himself. As it relates to me, my boyfriend realizes beggars cannot be choosers, so he searches for cocks for me with that in mine. My boyfriend embraces the fact there is an entirely different demographic for my pussy. As my boyfriend stumbles across potential cock candidates for me, he thinks about a variation of "The New Colossus"by Emma Lazarus, the inscription on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty: "Here at our cum-washed and sunset gate shall stand a used-up whore I call my boyfriend...a flame imprisoned that glows world-wide welcome. Give my boyfriend the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to fuck freely because any hole will do. The wretched refuse willing to use my boyfriend's old, stretched, and dried up pussy because it is hopefully better than one's own hand or going without completely. Send these, the homeless and tempest-tost and desperate to my boyfriend's old pussy, so they can push their cocks through his golden door and hope there is enough friction and stimulation to get their cocks off in this otherwise unused pussy."

When I was in my late twenties, I had a guy who wanted to find guys to use me and send them to my cheap and borderline sleazy motel room. Ironically enough, the guy finding guys to use me was the motel manager of this sleazy motel. He had used me during my previous stays and even with that, I was expected to pay for my motel room in full, because he had a business to run. What was further unique about this arrangement was the motel manager not only cruised for guys to fuck their cum inside of me in his motel, but rather than having the guys knock on the door when they arrived so I could let them in, the guys were expected to go to the motel office when they arrived so the motel manager could give them a keycard to enter my room directly! I was expected to lay there with my ass exposed until I heard someone open the front door and get undressed. I was expected to lay on my stomach with my ass fully exposed and wait for instructions from the new arrival. Beyond that, the motel manager had three additional expectations of me: 1. I was expected to satisfy any guy entered my motel room door however they wanted, ending with them fucking their loads inside of my ass. 2. Once the guy came inside of me, I was expected to clean off their cocks with my mouth and once they started to get dressed, I was expected to say "thank you for using me as your personal whore." 3. I was then expected to go into the bathroom and brush my teeth so I was ready for the next guy. I was told I was expected to brush my teeth until the guy was fully dressed and I heard him close the front door as he was leaving my room. Over a 18-hour period of time, from like 6pm Saturday night to 12 noon on Sunday afternoon, I had 27 guys come to my room, confirmed by the 27 individual key cards that were laying on the top of the dresser! The motel manager timed it so there was no overlap. Sometimes after I brushed my teeth and returned to the bed ass-up, I would wait for a while until the next guy let himself in, and in some cases, another guy let himself in as soon as I was settled back on the bed with my ass facing up and toward the front door. At the end of the 18 hours and 27 guys, the motel manager let himself in and fucked my loose and very wet pussy hole until he dumped his load inside of me. He didn't even take his pants off, but pulled his big fat Indian cock out through the open fly of his pants. Once I fully cleaned his cock off with my mouth and he zipped back up, he told me to get up and open the top drawer of the dresser that held the TV and was close to the front door. When I looked inside of the dresser drawer, there was a bath towel spread open along the bottom of the drawer, and on top of the towel, I saw a bunch of pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters. I was totally confused as I had not brought that change with me. I asked the motel manager about the coins and he told me to count them and stack them in neat piles according the the value of the coins on top of the dresser. Once I finished counting, the manager said, "Let me guess how much you have in coins" and fuck me, he knew EXACTLY the total of the coins! As I looked at him in disbelief, he laughed heartily and admitted to me that he requested that all 27 of the guys discreetly drop pocket change into the top dresser drawer while I brushed my teeth. As they got a key card to my motel room from him at the motel office, he confirmed how much pocket change the guy brought with him because each guy was expected to have pocket change when he arrived. I looked at the motel manager completely confused so he clarified: "I told every guy who I invited over to bring coins with him. The expectation was each guy would have one penny at a minimum, but no more than 50 cents. Each guy reported to me how much change he was going to leave in the dresser as I handed him the key card to your room!" I still had a confused look on my face and he said, "Let me explain! If you take the total change these 27 guys left you, the average amount each guy left as 35 cents. You were born to be a slut and have been a slut since you were a teenager. With these guys leaving change after fucking you full of cum, you are now also a two-bit whore...Congratulations because no one can ever take that away from you!" As I was still processing his words, he told me to get dressed. I told him I wanted to take a shower because I smelled like sex and he told me, that is what cheap whores smell like and there was no need for me to shower and to embrace my natural scent. As I finished getting dressed, he also told me to leave the coins neatly stacked. He told me the coins would be my tip to the cleaning boy since the room smelled like sex and the cleaning boy deserved a tip for the work involved. I clarified with him, "Isn't the cleaning guy your son?" and he said, "That's right!!! My son will clean up your stink once he arrives and he deserves a big tip for doing so." At that point, the manager paused for a moment and told me to hand him my wallet. I hesitantly handed it to him and he opened it and took two $20 bills out and put them next to the $9.45 in coins. I looked at him in disbelief and emphatically asked "What are you doing?!!!" The motel manager said, "My son is a college student and needs all the financial support he can get. He deserves a real good tip for cleaning up your stench and the pathetic amount you collected from 27 men is not enough." I opened my mouth to emphasize the $49.45 was about 1/2 what I paid for the fucking room, but I knew it would do no good. As I opened the motel room door to leave, the manager smiled widely and laughed; telling me he would be in touch soon to plan out my next sexual adventure!

I love eating chilled grapes from a guy's butt. Having the guy push it out slowly so I see his pucker hole open to the size of the grape and then latch onto it with my lips and mouth so we can jointly complete the transfer of the grape from being inside of him to inside of me...so I can eat it...FUCK! A fun alternative is for a guy to push the grape out of his butt with a bit of velocity, whereby his ass literally pops the grape into my waiting mouth...WOOF! Regardless of the technique, I love biting down on the cool grape, which is now less cold than when I pushed it up his warm hole, and both of us hearing the crispiness of the grape as I chew and swallow it. ...And then I am ready for him to feed me the next one!

I would definitely let a guy film me or have an open camera for guys watch, while he uses me as the slut I was born to be. I would not put any limitations on the guy, as that is all for him to decide and I am there for the role of slut. It would be hot for him to maybe do an instructional video of "how to use a slut," whereby he is fully engaged with the live viewers, getting feedback from them and verbally connecting the slut with his viewers. Viewers maybe giving the guy suggestions on how to use the slut and executing those suggestions for all to see. Woof!

I love sitting on the floor between a guy's legs, while he sits in a comfy chair. I can suck for hours in this position and am always willing to suck a cock for as long as the guy wants. After all, the longer I suck, the bigger the load i get to drink!

They both have their benefits. Sex clubs allow for a quick and constant flow of cum inside my pussy, depending on the night and number of people. The sexual vibe of a sex club also adds to me being a full-blown slut with my ass on display waiting for any and all cocks to use it as a cum dump. I usually do motels rather than hotels for a number of reasons: There is the outside access from the parking lot directly to my room. I usually choose low-end motels that are clean but have the slutty feel that stirs inside of me...just one look at me at the front desk or in the parking lot and everyone knows my purpose. It it not based on how I am dressed but rather the slutty vibe that permeates ever cell in my body...I also give off the scent of being a bitch in heat and guys pick up on that without any words needing to be spoken. In a nut shell, my true purpose is on full display just by my very presence. There are a few slutty motels that i frequent regularly. In those cases, I have scoped out room options to get the best one to support me being a slut. It's usually a bit out of the way of the mainstream foot traffic. Shyer guys who are being controlled by their cocks like it a bit more discreet. This room also allows guys to be as loud as they want, while supporting a steady steam of guys coming and going, if I am so lucky. One preference I have is a bed a loose headboard. I fucking love lying on my back with my head against the headboard while a guy has lifted my legs high and wide. Him pummeling my pussy and with every thrust, having the headboard hit against the wall, over and over again. It tells everyone within earshot that I am a good whore who properly takes care of all cocks. While in some cases I will leave the motel room door ajar, more times than not I get multiple key cards and leave them outside under the welcome mat or some other convenient place, so guy can easily let themselves in. I let guys know that if no keycard is available, just knock on the door and someone will let him in. When I am at a motel, I usually post multiple ads on the local hook-up sites, providing the motel name, room number, keycard location and any other pertinent information. I let guys know I am happy to respond to responses to my ad if I am not in the middle of being used, but sometimes my responses may be delayed since satisfying a guy's cock and making him cum is my ultimate priority. Otherwise, I encourage guys to show up as it works for them with the understanding other guys may be present, depending on when guys cum and go.

When I was 19, I got into a disagreement with a 27-year old guy named Joe. I naively had puppy eyes for Joe, but he unknowingly just wanted to train me to be a slut for other guys to use. That night, Joe called the police because I lost my temper big time, and the officer who arrived turned out to be the older brother of a guy I went to high school with. His name was Officer Mike and he was 25 years old at the time. Officer Mike pulled me aside and and tried to de-escalate the situation so he did not need to take further action. I promised him I would be a good boy and I left Joe's. As I was leaving Joe's house, he told Joe that if I got out of hand again, not to hesitate to call the police and he would come back and deal with me. The next day I got a call on my cell from an unknown caller. It was from Officer Mike. He told me he got my number from his younger brother and that we needed to have a talk so there was no chance of a repeat of last night. He told me to meet him in the parking lot of the local drug store in our home town, which I did. He told me to follow him, and we only drove about 3 minutes before he pulled into a driveway and he took me inside house once I got out of my car and followed him. Once inside, Officer Mike told me he wanted to talk about the night before because I was out of control. As he asked for more details, I started to get animated again, as my emotions came back to the surface. He told me to stop and "shut the fuck up." I stopped in my tracks and just stared at him. He told me to stop acting like petulant child and if I didn't stop, he was going to treat me like a petulant child. In my moment of disbelief I said "what the fuck?!" in a normal but sarcastic voice. Upon hearing my potty mouth, Officer Mike got up and came over to me and got in my face. He pulled me further into the living room and stopped in front of a Lazy Boy chair. When he got to the chair, he demanded that I stand still. He proceeded to pull my shirt over my head and then roughly pulled down my athletic shorts until they were down to my ankles. Again, in shock, I uttered another "What the fuck?!" without even thinking! He demanded I step out of my shorts so I was standing there wearing only my tighty whities, my white athletic socks, and my sneakers. As I stepped out of my shorts he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me toward the Lazy Boy. Officer Mike sat down in the chair fully clothed and told me he was going to punish me for acting like a petulant child last night, and for doing it again when we got inside the house. I just stared at him with my mouth open. I told him "No," which was just an involuntary reaction...I did not even realize it until the words had left my mouth. To be clear, I wasn't saying "no" as an act of defiance, I was saying "no" out of a sense of embarrassment and dread, like "No, this can't be happening to me!" That is when Officer Mike grabbed me with both hands and pulled me toward him in a way that I lost my balance and had fallen over him and Lazy Boy in a cumbersome way. While I was disoriented, he grabbed my hips and pulled me up and over, so my ass was over his lap. He yelled "DON'T MOVE AND DON'T TALK" and I froze. Officer Mike proceeded to tell me he was going to spank me good and show me the error of my ways. Before I could even register what was happening, he grabbed my tighty whities with both hands and totally ripped them off me. I was now bare-assed naked and he told me I'd better settle in. At that point, he smacked my ass with the full palm of his hand and with full vigor. I screamed, both from the pain as well as the surprise. Officer Mike then spanked my ass over and over and over. I was screaming and started to sob and begged him to stop. He told me he would stop when I learned my lesson. I screamed to him that I had learned my lesson and he told me that was for him to decide. I don't know how long Officer Mike spanked my ass, rotating from one ass cheek to the other. All I knew is that it felt like forever. When Officer Mike finished spanking me, I was sobbing with tears running down my face. He pushed me off of his lap so I laid on the floor. After a bit, he told me to stand up. He directed me over to a hard wooden dining chair and told me to "SIT!" I sat and as I did, I winced because my ass felt like it was on fire and the pressure of sitting my ass down on a hard wooden surface made it worse. As I sat, Officer Mike told me to listen. He told me I was not going to act like a petulant child any more, under any circumstances. I was not to have a potty mouth nor act defiantly. He reminded me that our hometown was small and everyone knew one another. Officer Mike told me that if he heard I acted up again, he was going to pay me another visit. He asked me if I had learned my lesson and I told him I had. At that point, he told me to get dressed and get out. As I left the house and walked to my car, I was not even able to walk normally. It was a week after my spanking, when I got a call from Joe. We had not spoken since he called the police on me. During our call, Joe told me he hoped I had calmed down and if so, he still wanted to spend time with me. He encouraged me to come over to his place, which I did. About an hour after I arrived and we are settled in, he told me that on the night of my disturbance, he called Officer Mike and told him to come over and to deal with me. He knew Officer Mike and knew he would be able to handle me properly. He told me that after I left, he was the one who gave Officer Mike my phone number, with the understanding Officer Mike would discipline me for acting out of control. I looked at Joe with my mouth open and before I said anything, he told me if I misbehaved with him in any way, he would contact Officer Mike again and he would pay me another visit. Officer Mike contacted me another 10 - 12 times over the next year, when he found out I had misbehaved. The fucked up thing was most of the times he reached out to discipline me, it was because he had heard from someone other than Joe that I had misbehaved. On the few occasions Joe had contacted him, Officer Mike had Joe watch while he disciplined me while I was bare-assed naked. Beyond that, on five occasions, Officer Mike had his buddy Officer John help discipline me; sometimes with Officer Mike and other times disciplining me alone or in front of Joe. In each case, I was stripped to my athletic socks and sneakers naked otherwise. After all these years, I sometimes cannot help being worried Officer Mike might reach out to me because he has heard I have misbehaved, even though I now live 3,000 miles away from him. After all these years, I also believe I am still more controlled and compliant due to Officer Mike and Officer John disciplining me and conditioning me. I am especially mindful of them when guys use me as their slut, never complaining, refusing, or giving any resistance to their perverted desires.

Love my athletic socks and sneakers. Jocks are also hot but usually want to expose myself.

Not a dumb question at all! As my hole went through guys, the previous loads became natural lube for the next cock, so no other lube was needed. Some of the cum got pulled out of me while getting fucked and once that cock came inside of me, I used my mouth to clean up his cock and consume any leftover cum that came out of my hole. It was a great way to recycle and get the cum back inside of me as quickly as possible. While I held the rest of the cum loads inside as much as I could, there were times when my fuck hole had to push it out, because I could not control my sphincter and hold the cum in. When that happened, I would stick one my of hands down near my puffy pussy and cup it, so when I pushed out the cum, it would be held in the palm of my hand. I would then bring my cummy hand up to my mouth and lick it up and get it back inside of me. There were also some times when cum would naturally ooze out of my gaping open hole due to the law of gravity. Again, I would recycle it as much as I could. There were sometimes when I would drive to a guy's place when I used hookup apps, and my sphincter would not cooperate. The first time, my hole pushed cum out and I felt the wetness that was no longer inside of me because it was now trapped between my asshole and my shorts. When I got to the guy's place to accept my next load, as I took off my shorts, I saw the wet cum on the inner seam of my shorts, since I had no underwear on. As I took my shorts off, I turned the ass of my shorts inside out. While this next guy fucked me full of cum, I sucked on the inner ass-seam of my shorts to get any remaining cum back into my mouth. The guy fucking me did not care because I was just a hole to quickly dump his load into. Incidentally, when I put the shorts back on after getting the newest load, you could still see the wet big spot on the outside of my light-colored shorts due to having squirted out so much cum prior to my arrival. That prompted me to immediately drive to the adult theaters to get my next set of loads. Guys would easily see the wet spot and see me for the cum-addicted ass slut I was without having to say anything. Sometimes guys would squat down behind me in the theater to get a better look at the wet spot on my shorts. I imagine they could smell the cum and the sex radiating from my ass, acting as an elixir, drawing guys to my ass, either to fuck it and adding their cum inside, or for bottoms, calling them to put their mouth and lips around my used puffy pussy in a public setting so they could suck out some cum and help me recycle it; going from one warm hold to another. I kept my shorts on long enough for them to non-verbally understand what I was. I had one guy who saw the wet spot on my shorts. He came over and stood behind me in the theater, jerking his cock. At one point, I hear him grunt and not only did he cum a huge amount, but he shot his load on the wet spot of my shorts, making it even bigger and ultimately drawing more public attention to my used asshole. After the first time of wetting the ass of my shorts while driving, I had a decision to make when I could not hold the cum inside of me during transit: In some cases, I would wet my shorts so other guys could see the wet spot and smell my scent when I went to the adult theater or bookstore. In other cases, I would remove my shorts before I started driving so I was bare-assed naked from the waist down other than my socks and my running shoes. If I felt I needed to expel any cum from my hole during my drive, I would put one of my hands down near my puffy pussy and cup it, while the other hand was on the steering wheel trying to get me safely to my next load. When my sphincter could not hold it in, it would push the cum into my cupped hand a once done, I would bring my hand to my mouth and eat it...Definitely, multi-tasking at its best! LOL! When I arrived at a guy's place, I would normally put my shorts back on and get out of my car. If there was a wet spot of cum on my leather seats, I would usually bend over and lick the wet spot to get as much cum off of the leather as I could. The rest would dry and sometimes leave a bit of a stain. I was totally ok with that as every time I looked at the driver's seat, my pucker hole would twitch, remembering the loads of cum that made the stain happen. There were other times, however, I would arrive at the a guy's house to take my next load and it was secluded enough that I would not put my shorts back on. I would get out of the car bare-assed naked, wearing nothing but my t-shirt, athletic socks and running shoes. After I could take care of any cum on my leather seat, I would leave my shorts in my car and walk to the front door with my ass exposed, ready to take my next load!

274...So hot reflecting on all the hot times I have had and thinking of a few I would like to add to my list! WOOF!

2 different measurements: 24 loads in 24 hours when I was 28 years old, 20 up my ass and 4 down my throat - Primarily at a gay bathhouses, but I also visited two adult theaters and an adult bookstore while the bathhouses were dead. I also used apps to find guys to dump their loads inside of me and let them pick which hole they wanted to use. When I was 34, I look at six-week sabbatical from work and got 152 loads; 106 up my ass and 46 down my throat. I received most loads efficiently at a bathhouse, with apps providing the next highest volume, but taking more time to make hookups happen. I also got loads from an adult bookstore with gloryhole booths. I typically stayed in one booth during my visits and took any and all cocks that slid through the hole. Lastly, I got loads from visiting two adult theaters. While I was totally open to sucking down loads and getting fucked full of cum in the theaters with other guys watching, not everyone was willing to do that, so I got the fewest loads there. During the six weeks, my default was being fucked full of cum. When my hole got too tender from being fucked, I would give it a rest and my mouth would take over cum collection. On a few occasions, while guys were originally willing to let me suck them off, they would change their minds when they saw my ass. In those cases, I pushed through the discomfort of a tender cunt and got fucked. I have to say there is something very hot about me explaining to a guy that my hole was too tender or uncomfortable to get fucked and the guy ignoring me and my rationale and fucking me full of cum anyway.

Rick...A guy about 10 years older than I, who loved having the head of his cock sucked like it was a nipple. He loved when I suctioned my lips around it and created a tight seal. Once my lips were fully latched around his head and the vacuum suction was created, I would start suckling on the head and not stop until he fed me my breakfast. We started this when I was 32 years old and he was in his early forties. The routine was pretty simple and always the same: 1, Wake up at 6am and get ready for work. 2. Drive and arrive at his house at 6:45am 3. Let myself in through the front door, which was always unlocked for me. 4. Strip off all of my clothes at the front door, except for my socks. 5. Walk to his bedroom and quietly open the door, walk over the the side of the bed, and lift up the covers. 6. Crawl between his spread legs and pull the covers back up over my head and up to his chest. 7. Turn on my left side, lay the side my head on his thigh, so I was comfortable and facing his cock. 8. Latch onto his cock and start suckling...and suckle non-stop until he fed me my breakfast. 9. Crawl out from under the covers and cover him back up and go to the front door. 10. Get dressed and drive to work, arriving by my 8am start time. There are a few things I should clarify: We never spoke during our sessions. I knew the routine and silently positioned myself under the covers to do my job. The understanding was I was to arrive most mornings, Monday - Friday for him to feed me my breakfast. If there was a problem for either of us doing it or if one of us was going out of town, we would text if it did not work. Otherwise, we were on for our morning feedings. While we started this routine when I was 32, I met my boyfriend when I was 34. We had an open relationship, so I continued the suckling/breakfast routine with Rick with no break in service and kept it going the entire time my bf and I were together. My bf and I had a mutual understanding we would not discuss our playmates and repeats were ok, so when we originally met, I simply let him know I leave my house to start my workday at 6:30am and we never discussed it further. There were occasionally some variations: On occasion, Rick texted me to confirm if I was available for "lunch." I had a lot of flexibility with my job so I could come and go as needed. If Rick fed me lunch, we did the entire routine as detailed above, with me returning back to work after my lunch break. During part of our time doing this, Rick had a roommate. We never talked about him and the routine did not change at all, including leaving my clothes at the front door. Because we did it so early, I got the impression his roommate was a sound sleeper and there was never any need to worry. Rick and I did our suckling Rick's head/feeding Jimmy breakfast thing for 21 years until I moved about 4 hours away. He also let me know he has since moved out-of-state. By far my most influential dick. I estimate Rick fed me about between 2,300 and 2,700 loads for breakfast, lunch, and occasionally even dinner. Definitely worth honorable mention here!

I love a young legal-aged buck fucking me like there is no tomorrow. The energy and stamina is so fucking hot! With me pushing 60, it is hot to have guys using me who could easily be a son, or better yet, a grandson, based on his age. I love the cocky confidence, which is well-deserved. This stud putting me in my place and using me as the total slut I am and was born to be....FUCK!

Fuck yeah! Me being used as a slut knows no boundaries. Those lack of boundaries can occur in many ways: Being at a bookstore with my mouth open at a gloryhole. Him enjoy my mouth through the hole but eventually pulling back and leaving the booth to come into mine, uninvited. As he walks in, I am struck by the fact that he has a face that only a mother could love; through genetics, or because he has let himself go, due to age or life circumstances. As his face scans me head to foot, with a glimmer in his eye at the full sexual potential, with me bare-assed naked except for my athletic socks and running shoes. Seeing something change as he asserts himself, not caring about me as a person in anyway. I am nothing but a sexual object that he is going to take full advantage of. He takes control of me and the situation, us both knowing nothing is going to stop him from getting his nut. Or being at a bathhouse with my room door open, knowing that refusal is not an option...If they walk into my room I am going to offer up my holes, making no comment or asking no questions asked other than how does it want it. Having a steady stream of old and ugly and unkempt guys because I have written on every bathroom bulletin board that all cocks are welcome in my room, with no load refused... Or me placing ads on a variety of cruising apps that I am a slut who is available to any and call cocks for whatever that cock needs to be fully satisfied. Giving them the motel name, address, and my room number in the ads as an open invitation. Saying in the ads that my motel room door, which is easily accessible from the parking lot, will be ever so slightly ajar, waiting for my next cock. Advising them to make sure they leave the door slightly ajar when they enter my motel room, as other cocks may arrive during their visit and not to be surprised if a cock is present when they arrive in my room. Advising them if my motel room door happens to be fully closed, to knock because either I or someone else will definitely open the door and let them in... Taking care of the ugly guys in my area sexually is an important public service I am fully willing to provide!