sluttyjimmy

As a bottom, I do not feel any need to get off and my exclusive focus is always on keeping the top satisfied and how to best get him off. I prefer tops who do not give a rat’s ass about me getting off because the focus is all about them. On rare occasion, I have gotten off when the top cums, because the scenario is so hot, it puts me over the edge unexpectedly. I have also had tops literally fuck the cum out of me without me touching myself, which is also unplanned and unexpected. Otherwise, getting myself off only happens after I have taken care of the top. When I can say with confidence “my job here is done,” and the top is fully drained and has moved on, then I can get myself off alone, in the privacy of whatever space I occupy in the moment: That could be in my home, my used room at the bathhouse or in a glory hole booth that still smells of sex and the top having used me to get off.

I have had sex with adult bookstore and gay bathhouse clerks over the years. The most outrageous experiences happened many times for almost four years, when I was 20 to 24 years old. There was an adult bookstore down the hill and easily within walking distance from the Catholic college I attended. I took time off before college, so I did not enroll at this college until I was 20. That fateful night, I was one only customer in the bookstore in the middle of the night when the African American clerk in his mid-30s, as part of his overall cleaning process, cleaned and mopped the floor of the video booths next to the one I was using. I had seen the clerk on previous visits, and he was well-built and came across as having street-smarts and a cocky attitude. That night, when he was done cleaning the video booths next to mine, he opened the door to my booth, even though I was watching porn and the light over the door was lit, indicating someone was using the booth. When he opened the door, I was naked except for my athletic socks and running shoes. I was stroking my cock with my right hand and fingering my asshole a finger from my left hand. I jumped when he opened the door and quickly removed my finger from my ass. He clearly saw what I was doing, and I expected him to apologize and close the door. Instead, he said, “Don’t mind me,” and shoved his large middle finger up my ass! I could not believe he was flipping me off with his middle finger up inside my fucking asshole! To add to the moment, my video booth door was fully open because the clerk had pushed the rolling mop bucket against my door and the weight of it kept my booth door open wide. As I stood there in utter shock and humiliation, he unzipped the fly to his shorts and pulled out a big, long cock. In a condescending tone, he told me to turn around, get on my knees, and suck his cock hard. I did as I was told and then he ordered me to stand up, turn around, and show him my “scrawny ass.” Again, I did as I was told, and he ordered me to grab his cock and stick it in my fuck hole. As soon as the big helmet head popped inside of me, he firmly grabbed my hips and started fucking me like crazy, not giving me any time to adjust the size of his cock. I screamed loudly, but no one else was in the building and he did not seem to care. He fucked me like I was a rag doll and finally he yelled loudly, “TAKE MY FUCKING BABIES, BITCH!” Once he calmed down and started breathing normally, he put his cock away and zipped up the fly of his shorts. He swiveled me around and told me to clean fucking booth and to mop the booth floor good.” He then said, “And here is some collateral to make sure you good a good job,” as he grabbed my sweatshirt and my shorts holding my wallet that were sitting on the stool in my booth! As he walked the hall to the front of the store with my clothes, he yelled, “Return the mop to the supply closet when done and come up to the front counter.” “FUCK!” I think to myself, feeling totally overwhelmed. I am bare-ass naked with nothing on but my calf-length athletic socks and running shoes! I quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned the booth, even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I then grabbed the mop, and mopped the booth floor, making sure I hit every spot so he would not ask for a do-over. I literally ran full-force, rolling the mop bucket to the supply room and closed the door. I then sprinted to the front of the store and the counter where the clerk is waiting for me before any new customers arrived. Before I proceed further with that happened that night, I need to explain something about the counter where the clerks sit and deal with customers. It is to near the front of the store, off to the side directly against a wall. When you approached the counter, it is raised up off the floor whereby the clerk’s waist was shoulder level to the customer who stood below. When the staff interacted with customers, it meant they needed to lean over slightly to grab money or merchandise that the customer lifted to them, with the item being slightly above the customer’s head level when the clerk took it, depending on the customer’s height. I found out that night that the reason the clerk’s counter was so much higher than the customer was because there was an ADA ramp against the wall, with a 30” rise off the main floor to the floor for the counter area. As I ran to the counter and the clerk looked down on me from above with an arrogant smirk on his face, I pleaded for him to give me my clothes back. He told me my clothes were behind the counter and to come on up and get them. That’s when he pointed to the ADA ramp against the wall. I ran up the ADA ramp and when I got to the top, I noticed there was a lot of equipment and merchandise stored the on the shelves underneath the counter. The clerk sat on a stool with a back on it in the space where the clerks directly interacted with customers. He can tell I was looking around for my shorts and my sweatshirt and finally said, “I’m sitting on them.” I responded by asking, “May I please have my clothes back?” to which he said, “It looks like they are teaching you good manners at that private Catholic school.” My eyes bugged out due to him knowing more information than I felt comfortable. I also wondered how he knew, and as if reading my mind, he said, “Your sweatshirt and socks,” to which I looked down at my athletic socks and saw they had the college logo and name on each side. I knew my sweatshirt had the same logo and the college name on it. FUCK, that was not my smartest move! As I stood there totally dazed, the clerk said, “This is what you are gonna do…. You have not cleaned my cock after sticking it up your scrawny ass,” so get down here and clean it off and you will get your clothes back. He made me unzip his fly and pull out his big ole cock and I started to get on my knees, when he stopped me. “This is how it’s gonna be,” as he moved the stool he was sitting on about three feet. “You get on your hands and knees over here, and he pointed to the area direct under the counter where he interacted with customers. I crouched down under the counter. He then moved the stool back in place and sat on it, whereby his cock was level with my mouth. He then barked out, “Now clean my fucking cock, bitch!” I opened my mouth and started cleaning his cock. After about five minutes, I heard the doorbell ring, which meant someone had entered the bookstore, since the clerk and I were alone up until then The clerk greeted the new customer as he approached the counter, and the customer handed him money he wanted converted into tokens. The clerk got the customer's tokens and handed them to him. They talked for a bit and then the customer headed back to the video booths. Based on the position of everything, including me stuffed underneath the counter, the clerk totally interacted with this customer while I had my lips wrapped around his fucking cock the entire time! A bit later, another customer came in and the clerk knew this guy, so they ended up chatting for like 15 fucking minutes before the customer got his tokens and went back to the video booth area. That night, I sucked and cleaned the clerk’s cock for almost two fucking hours while he took care of customers. At one point, when all the customers were in the video booth area, the clerk told me about his long-term plan: He told me he worked at the adult bookstore Thursdays – Sundays from 9pm – 7am. He notified me I would arrive at the bookstore every Thursday – Sunday at 10pm. I would strip down to my college athletic socks and running shoes and crawl into position underneath the counter and take care of his cock. I would be in position for 3-4 hours and then clean the video booths, wearing nothing but my shoes and college socks. He told me that once I was done cleaning the booths, I could go back to my dorm room. I am sure I looked crestfallen at all this news. All I wanted to fucking do was get off in my own video booth uninterrupted while watching gay porn, and now I had become the adult bookstore clerk’s bitch! I was about halfway done with my freshman year on this fateful night. Given we did this routine every week during the academic year unless I had school breaks or a really good reason otherwise, I estimated I was under that counter and took about 500 of his fucking loads! Some additional things to know: · In addition to sucking this clerk’s cock off, he also fucked me. When he fucked me, I was still stuffed underneath the counter, almost completely bent over so my head was down near my knees. When customers were around, the clerk gyrated his hips to push his cock and out of me in a way that customers would not see any movement behind the counter. · There were times when the clerk fucked me, and a customer asked for merchandise at the other end of the clerk counter. When this happened, the clerk swiftly pulled his cock out of my hole to get the merchandise, and when he returned to the customer end of the counter, he seamlessly speared his cock back inside my open hole without even touching his cock. · During the entire time under the counter, I was expected to be completely silent while customers were present, so no one would ever know what a fucked-up mess I had gotten myself into. · The clerk said I would only be wearing my calf-length college athletic socks and running shoes when I cleaned the booths. He also said that unlike tonight, there would usually be customers around while I clean the video booths, and it is important for those sexually deviant men know that a good Catholic boy was cleaning up all of their cum. He said not to worry, the customers were loyal to the bookstore and would not report me being bare-assed naked while cleaning. · To continue with the Catholic theme, the clerk also said there would always be times when I cleaned the video booths that I would find used condoms full of cum or wet cum on the walls, video monitors, or booth floors. He said part of my cleaning process would be to collect all wet cum since the Catholic Church said it is a sin to waste it. Every time I cleaned the booths; I collected the used condoms and there was a jar with a lid with the cleaning supplies to collect the loose wet cum from the booths. The sick fucker’s definition of not wasting that cum meant using it as lube on my fuck hole before he or anyone else fucked me. It also meant drinking the rest of the cum not used as organic lube. · I also found out through a customer calling him by name, that the clerk’s first name is “Adair.” When I confirmed that with him, the clerk gave a big arrogant laugh that was his first name and “Adair” and his name meant “Prosperous Spearman!” He was definitely true to his fucking name!

A married buddy frequently stops by to responsibly take care of his kids. Family planning is important and I am happy to support my buddy's efforts anytime! Gonna babysit my buddy's kids today - once they arrive. Dad dropping off the kids - The kids just arrived! Family planning is very important...

When I was younger, I loved getting together with big, hefty, older men. Being in my 20s or 30s, 5'7" and 135-145 lbs, I loved the size and age differential. My favorite hook ups were with guys 2 - 3 times my weight and the guys who were twice my age or older. I did not care what they looked like as long as they were a lot older and bigger than me. My standard plan I had with older hefty men was that I would travel to them, strip down to my athletic socks and shoes, with big man out of sight and having not seen his body any more than is necessary on hook-up apps. I would lie down on my stomach on either the guy’s bed or on the floor. Once in place, the big man approached me from behind, he’d stick his cock in my hungry hole and lie on top of me with all his weight. It was mutually understood that I was stuck there with nowhere to go because there was no way for me to get the big man off me because he weighed so much more than I did. With his cock deep inside of me and his full weight on top of me, I was at the guy's mercy. It was understood that once we were in position, I could not change my mind and if I said I changed my mind, the big man would tell me “No” or totally ignore my request. The guy could fuck me for as long as he wanted. I had some guys who would use me for hours. Some of them would fuck me full of cum and then lie on top of me and take a nap until they were ready for round 2! There were also some guys who were done once they came, but they were happy and satisfied so no issue there! I met one big older guy in my younger days on one of the hook-up apps and we discussed how hot this scenario was. This guy told me he was scheduled to be on-call for work during the upcoming weekend from like 5pm Friday until 8am Monday morning. He had to stay close to home for the weekend and thought it would be fucking hot to have me pinned between him and a dirty mattress in his basement while he was on-call all weekend. He said work interruptions were minimal and when they occurred, he could do a lot of his work on his laptop while fucking me. He also admitted he might need to take a quick break if job duties warranted. I was skeptical this would work well because I was afraid frequent work interruptions would kill the mood. He said, "I guarantee I will not leave your fuck hole empty for more than 60 seconds at any given time this weekend and if I do, you are free to leave." He also reminded me that I would likely need to freshen up my hole throughout the weekend and I would be given opportunity to do that, which is a fair exchange. Being a bit kinky, this guy said he had an open sleazy shower in the basement with the proper equipment to keep me fresh. He stated that he would remain in total control if I needed to freshen up, so when that happened, he would attach a stockade to fit around my balls. It would keep me bent over and my balls locked in the stockade. He would leave the room unseen, until I returned to my place on the dirty mattress, and he was able to climb back on top and pin me down again with his body and fuck me. While feeling a bit apprehensive, it also sounded so fucking hot! While I was still skeptical overall, I thought I could leave if the work interruptions become too frequent or if he missed the 60-second window of keeping my hole full, which seemed impossible to achieve. With that, I agreed to arrive at his basement on Friday afternoon so I could be stripped down and sandwiched between him and the dirty mattress when his on-call shift began at 5pm. He provided directions for entering the basement through an unlocked outside door. I stripped down to my socks and running shoes and laid on the dirty mattress, which had plenty of stains but no sheets. It was clear the dirty mattress fit the overall mood and the only one getting dirty from the mattress was going to be me. There was a small wedge pillow on the mattress and the guy said I should position it, so my hips and ass were slightly raised off the mattress to give his cock easier access to my fuck hole. I did as instructed, and within two minutes of me lying on the mattress in position, I hear the sound of approaching feet. Mind you, I had no clue what this guy looked like, but he assured me he was a big man and older than me by a significant margin. I felt his hard cock push into my fuck hole, and he laid his entire body on top of mine. He was truly big man, and his weight wedged me between him and the mattress. He pulled up his laptop, so it was on a shelf on the headboard and opened it up. He clicked some keys and said he was now officially on-call and only needed to act if his laptop dinged with a new email. With that, this guy started to fuck me. His cock was pretty fat, to the point my hole felt stretched and full. He kept fucking me like the fucking energizer bunny with no indication he was going to slow down at all. After about 45 minutes of continuous fucking, we heard his laptop ding that he had a new email. He continued to drill me while he opened the email and read it. He sent a reply without much break in his fucking rhythm. A little while later, his laptop dings that he has another email. He opened it, read it, saying “fuck” under his breath. I did not read the email, but I asked, “Is there a problem?” to which he said “No problem. There is a work thing I need to take care of so we might need to take a quick break, but remember like we agreed, you hole will empty for less than 60 seconds. He replied to the email and then he picked up his phone and starts texting. All this time he is still humping my hole. After about 20 minutes, the guy fucking me quickly says “60-second-cock transition break starting now.” And with that, I feel the guy lift himself his hips off me and pull his cock out of my ass. While he slides his waist off me, he presses his hands and arms on my shoulders and upper back, holding me in place. At the same moment I feel him lift off me completely, I suddenly feel weight against my legs and hips, and a cock against my hole. The cock goes in, and the body comes down, full weight, holding me in place. I was totally disoriented and unsure what exactly happened, to which on-call guy said, “I told you I was on-call and needed to take care of some things. I also told you your hole would not empty for more than 60 seconds. I met my part of the deal and now you have a cock taking care of your pussy and a big body holding you down, like we agreed. Enjoy yourself and I will be back as soon as I take care of this work thing. With that, he picked up his laptop, quickly got dressed, and left! I’m thinking “What the fuck?!” as the new guy gets into rhythm of fucking me. I have no idea what he looks like, but he’s slightly bigger than the on-call guy in both cock and body, and while different than expected and intentionally vague on his part, the on-call guy held up his part of the deal, so I decide to just lie there and enjoy it. I lost all track of time and was brought back to reality after a long while, when the guy fucking me picked up his phone and started texting. That was the only action he took other than fucking me, so I asked him if he was texting the on-call guy who left me with him, and he said he was. The guy fucking me said he had to be to work in an hour and needed to get going. I told the guy if he needed to get going, that he could stop fucking me and I could go home. I heard his phone chirp, and he said, “No worries, the on-call buddy said 10 more minutes and I will be good to go.” With that, the guy tells me he is going to nut in my hole before he goes. He starts fucking me full-throttle and I hear him grunt loudly. The guy pumps streams of cum up my hole and he rested his body fully against mine as he experienced some post-nut clarity. The guy on top of me says,” 60-second-cock transition break starting now.” And with that, I feel the guy lift his lower body off me and his cock comes out of my hole. Like the first time, he now holds down my shoulders and upper back with his hands and arms but soon lets go and I feel the weight on my lower body and a cock enters my hole. I now feel full weight on top of me as the guy who just came steps away. I hear the guy on top of me say “I’m gonna fuck this pussy good!” and my eyes bug out of my head…This is not the on-call guy returning as I expected, but a brand-new guy with his cock up my hole and his hefty body holding me solidly in place. I say “What the fuck” in a more resigned tone, feeling Déjà vu, but neither guy responds. I just laid there, stranded between the dirty mattress and the newest stranger started fucking me. I lost all track of time and think I might have fallen asleep. I’m a bit hazy as I dream of a guy cumming up my ass, and realize it was not a dream, and in my sleepy state, I hear the guy on top of me say “60-second-cock transition break starting now!” and the guy gets up and as soon as he lets go of my shoulders and upper back, a cock is up inside of me again. The first thing I notice is this cock is another brand-new cock, and it is fucking HUGE! It is so fucking fat, I start to panic, but there is nowhere for me to go. Even without him fully lying on top of me, his huge cock alone will keep me wedged against the dirty mattress. I am literally skewered to the mattress by this guy's dong and there is no place for his mammoth cock to go but up my ass! At one point in my panicked state, the guy on top of me slapped the sides of my face and yelled “Snap Out of It” like in the famous movie scene. He says “I am hung like a fucking donkey and it is going up your pussy.” He reminds me part of his cock is already up my pussy, and we must make progress getting the rest of it firmly inside of me because failure is not an option. He also drops a bombshell when he tells me the on-call guy who is supposed to be using my hole all weekend got called into work to cover for a sick co-worker. He tells me not to expect the on-call guy back until after he finishes a 10-hour work shift that he just started! He emphasizes that I made a deal with the on-call guy, and he has kept his part of the deal. The top man tells me he has no intention of breaking the agreement, so his donkey-dong is up my pussy for the next ten hours and he has the stamina to do it!!! He also said he is investing 10 hours of his valuable time fucking and really loosening up my pussy and I should be grateful for what’s about to happen. I am still in shock but not feeling panicked. This guy seems like a relatively reasonable guy, all things considered, so I decide I don’t have any other choice, so I agree to calm the fuck down and work with him to get his donkey-dong completely up my pussy. In retrospect, it took a very long time, but around hour eight, I felt his schlong fully up inside my pussy and he was fucking me slow and steady. He took his time, and I took his entire cock and was pretty proud! About two hours later, I hear the on-call guy yell, “Honey, I’m home!” It was at that moment the guy with the huge cock said, “Then it is time for me to dump my donkey milk!” He starts pounding me for all I’m worth and I’m taking his entire fucking dong. I hear his breathing go erratic and he yells, “TAKE MY DONKEY MILK, BITCH!!!” and pushes all the way inside. His cock is pulsing like crazy over-and-over, stretching my loose hole even further, and then when done, he sighs and lies on top of me for a bit. I hear on-call man announce, “60-second-cock transition break starting now!” and they go through the transition routine I have been through four times previously. I think it’s safe I’m not going anywhere. On-Call man has now finally sunk his cock back deep inside my loose hole and says, “So wet, loose, and juicy!” and starts grinding into me as Donkey Cock man gets dressed and leaves. On-call man fucks me for a good two hours when we hear the chirp of a new work email for on-call man. It’s got to be about 9am Saturday morning, which means we have been at this for like 16 hour and we still have almost 48 hours more to go! I cry out, “FUCK NO!” to which on-call man responds, “FUCK YES!” as he’s reading his new email and picks up his phone to do some texting. Once done, on-call man says, I think it is a good time to lock your balls in the stockade to make sure your hole is ready for the next big man cock that’s about to arrive…and I think to myself, “FUCK ME!”

Here is the photo I used to snag guys to fuck my throat while wearing the mouth spreader.

This guy used the open mouth gag on me three times. The first time he came down my throat with me on my knees, with my ass leaning against the heels of my feet. He had me in a headlock, with his hands, arms, and elbows completely squeezed and secured around my head, holding it in place like a vice. His low hanging balls hitting my chin and swinging freely below my chin as he fucked my throat deep and until he came down my throat. The second time, he positioned me upside down on his sofa. My back was away from the sofa so my neck was forward and at the edge of the cushion seat. My head meanwhile, was hanging over the edge of the cushion seat, with my mouth facing the floor. This put my throat in an upward angle for his cock. My legs were spread and squatted out away from the sofa back. Imagine me seated on the sofa like normal, keeping my legs and body in the same position, and just turning me upside down. The guy squatted down so his cock his cock was level with my open mouth and deep inside my throat, with his low hanging balls lying over my nose, eyes, and forehead. His balls slapped against my nose, eyes, and forehead with every thrust inward. His chest was between my open legs, holding me in place with my back away from the sofa, to keep the angle of my throat perfect for his cock. His arms were extended so his hands and fingers were securely holding the top of the sofa to give him full leverage to fuck my throat hard until he came down it. The third time, while I was in my kneeling position for quite a while while the fucked my open throat, he eventually had me stand up straight and turned me around to fuck me from behind. I still had the open mouth gag on while he fucked me, drooling a profuse amount of saliva out of the my open mouth and making a lot of incoherent noises until he fucked me full of cum. As I think about it, I never actually tasted his cum, since he was deep inside my throat and past my tasted buds when he fucked my throat full of cum! Fuck!

I have worn one with multiple guys and my experience was as you described it for your boy. It was so fucking hot having the guys take control by securing the open mouth gag to my head and mouth and then stretching my mouth open as wide as they wanted by clicking open the mouth mechanism. It made taking cock down my throat easier and I drooled excessively, to the point we made sure I had a towel underneath me. Part of the time I was positioned upright, with my knees on the floor and may ass leaning against the on the heels of my feet. This made the drool flow uncontrollably out of my mouth, over my chin, down my chest, and onto my cock and balls, before flowing onto the towel on the floor. Very fucking hot on all levels!

They both have their pros and cons. As I have gotten older, finding guy's legitimately interested in my ass on apps has become more challenging, usually because guys are looking for younger and hotter guys. As always, I need to filter through the flakes, but I can do that in the comfort of my own home. At the bathhouse, I definitely get loads, but sometimes guys meander and do not seem interested in getting off. Other guys are under the influence and cannot get off or do not want to, because their desire for sex has slipped in priority in their altered state. During these times, I find it most convenient to lie on my stomach in my room at the bathhouse, with my exposed bare-ass facing up and toward the open door, relaxing until an interested cock arrives and takes the plunge. I usually do a hybrid method of having guys fuck me at the bathhouse while they are around and interested. Usually when I go to the baths, I get a room with in-and-out privileges and when it gets dull at the bathhouse, I will cruise guys on apps to go hook up with while I lie on my bed ass-up, and then return to the bathhouse once I have travelled to get a load. On some occasions, I have cruised guys on apps while at the bathhouse and they need to travel, so they will join me at the bathhouse to fuck me. In those cases, I am happy to cover the cost of the guy's locker, if helpful, and to increase the chances of them investing the time and effort to come to the bathhouse.

I had a bud I regularly sucked off and drank his load. This guy is a very hot personal trainer who is about 1/2 my age, and definitely a bad boy. When I sucked other guys off, he had me to record it and message him the videos to watch. I have sent him 4 videos of me sucking other guys off. About 4 years ago, when he as 26, I sucked him off at my place for the first and only time and he wanted to record it. Being the bad boy, he wanted to record me sucking him off in front of my sliding glass door in the living room of my 3rd floor apartment. To give some context, the sliding glass door goes out onto a deck that has clear fiberglass sides with narrow support posts. I did not have any furniture on the deck, so there was nothing obstructing the view between my neighbors' windows across the way and my sliding glass door and living room. There were drapes at one end of the sliding glass door, but they were open that night and he emphasized he wanted the drapes left open while I sucked him off. I was hesitant to let this guy record me in front of the sliding glass window, because the building directly across from my living room is an 4-storied building with 20 apartments, and their windows facing my apartment are about 60 feet away from my sliding glass door. Based on the layout of those apartments, the windows facing my apartment are 36" x 60" and directly above their kitchen sinks. Not only was I nervous about the set-up, but it was about 10pm on a Saturday evening, so neighbors were still awake doing things. I was reluctant to let him recording me, fully exposed, but decided it was ok because the living room lights were out, so the overall risk of my neighbors seeing anything was highly unlikely. After finally agreeing, we both stripped down to our athletic socks and running shoes, and he had me kneel directly in front of the sliding glass door. He stood in front of me with his 9" cock pointing directly down toward my mouth. Each of us was no more than 3" from the sliding glass door, as he was determined to have me as close to the door as possible. As we prepared to do this, I was surprised when he pulled out a head-mounted mobile phone holder. He told me he was going to wear it to record me sucking him off so he did not have to keep one hand focused on keeping the camera steady. He went into the nearby bathroom to secure his phone to the holder and test the angle his head needed to be at in order to ensure the phone was in the best position to fully capture me sucking him off. From my position in front of the sliding glass door, I heard him fiddling with the head mount and the phone. As he left the bathroom and approached me, I was in shock. HIs cell phone was mounted to his head and he had started recording, but he had also turned on the flashlight on his phone, which was now shining in my eyes as he approached me! I expected to be in the dark in front of the sliding glass door and now his phone flashlight was acting like a spotlight for my mostly naked body! I said "Please turn the light off," to which he responded "The light is needed to see the video," in a tone that signaled that conversation was over. I tried to move my mouth off of his cock to discuss options that left me less exposed, but he held my head firm and barked loudly, "Smack your lips together around his cock, Jimmy and suck out my milk!" I looked straight ahead at his cock, but the flash light was still blinding me. My body started to feel warm from the embarrassment of my neighbors potentially seeing me mostly naked and exposed, sucking this guy off. Because he would not release my head, I tried to make him cum as quickly as possible.. It took a lot longer than I wanted and to add insult to injury, there were times when he raised his head so he was not recording me., and faced the camera and the flash light out the sliding glass door and moved it around like he was trying to see outside. The light primarily reflected back into the room and only served to possibly have the moving light catch my neighbors' attention and look toward the source. He did not shine the light outward for very long and the camera and flash light soon spotlighted me sucking his cock again! I definitely got the sense that he was proud of his hot body and, being a stranger to my neighborhood, did not care if anyone saw his naked body or me sucking him off. If anything, he was trying to grab my neighbors' attention and wanted them to watch! After about 20 minutes, I finally made him cum and after achieving some post-nut clarity, he turned the video and flashlight off. I was still in shock at the overall experience and asked him to please send me a copy of the video, so I could see how incriminating it was and determine the likelihood that any of my neighbors might have seen us. He said he would message me a copy of the video when he got home, but never did. The next time we got together, I asked him to send it to me and he said he offloaded it from his phone, but would send a copy to me...but ever did. It has been four years and I still have not seen a copy of the video. Thirteen days ago, he sent me an unsolicited text stating he just watched the video of my mouth "smackin the cum of out of him." I immediately asked him to message me a copy of the video and I got no response in return. I am a bit concerned about what the video might show and wonder why he is unwilling to send me a copy of the video to me... but at this point, I think I am better off not knowing.

When I was younger, I met a very good looking early 20s-guy, who also seemed rather dense. This encounter is a twist on “young, dumb, and full of cum!” While it started out as one casual hookup, within one week, Luke’s tongue and mouth were dating my asshole, and my asshole was cheating with other guys’ cocks. The first time I met Luke was a Sunday morning after I had completed an all-night cock-and-cum binge. My body was clean and showered for him, and my ass had five fresh loads of cum deep inside me from five random guys. While I like nasty guys and usually share my load count with hookups, this time intuitively felt different. Luke seemed wholesome, naive, and as I mentioned dense, but at the same time he was a horny boy who was interested in trying new things and desperate to get off. I do not really go for vanilla guys and this guy seemed borderline to me, but when Luke admitted he had never eaten a guy’s ass before and was readily willing to eat mine if I would teach him, I could not get to Luke’s apartment fast enough! When I arrived at Luke’s apartment, I stripped down to my athletic socks and running shoes and laid my back on the seat of his couch facing out. I lifted my legs, so my exposed asshole was at the edge of his couch, ready for Luke’s mouth and tongue when he sat on the floor in front of me. I told Luke I would coach him on how to best eat my ass, but I had two primary rules: 1) Once his mouth touched my asshole, he had to maintain eye contact with me the entire time and 2) He could not stop eating my ass until I told him we were done. Luke agreed to my conditions, and we started out with the basics. In no time, Luke was in the zone, eating my ass like a hungry little obedient boy. By this time, the five loads of cum were mainly resting just inside my fuck hole, looking for their next adventure. I decided it was time to start feeding the boy, but in a controlled and measured way. I pushed out a small amount of cum into Luke’s mouth while he licked and sucked on my hole. He kept on eating me, so I pushed another small amount of cum into his mouth. As Luke enthusiastically continued eating my ass with no hesitation, I kept pushing small amounts of cum into his hard-working mouth every 20-30 seconds until I fed him every drop of cum from all five loads! As a reward for a job well done, I let Luke fuck me full of cum, so his swimmers had a nice new home. I found out that day that Luke was a natural-born ass eater. I asked Luke if he wanted a repeat and he said, “How about next Sunday, same time?” Luke and I did this same routine every Sunday for the next year: While Luke worked the 12 midnight to 8am Sunday shift, I cruised for guys to fuck their loads into me so I could discreetly feed them all to Luke, one small amount at a time. I calculated out that I usually got an average of four loads fucked into me each early Sunday morning prior to feeding Luke. That comes out to 208 loads of cum that I fed him for the year we hooked up…FUCK, that’s a lot of cum!!!

Some things to consider: Consider shifting your mindset: With you being a self-identified submissive, guys could expect the suck off is all about them and not about you. Their expectation could be you need to drink their loads and figure the rest out for yourself. Given you label yourself as submissive and guys' perceptions of what that means, some guys may not give you the choice of swallowing their loads because it is non-negotiable, even if unspoken. That might be why you find guys expecting you to struggle but still taking their loads in your belly. The reality is many submissive cock suckers swallow guys' loads so they may have that expectation unless you let them know otherwise ahead of time. I think a good number of guys might perceive you not swallowing their loads as you wasting them, and they could be frustrated and not feel fully satisfied as a result. Part of the thrill for guys could include them planting their seed in your tummy at the end. This could be another opportunity to consider a shift in mindset: If you are gonna suck cock as a submissive, you need to drink their loads and figure the rest out internally. If you are setting up a suck session via an app or a way where you have communication with the guy ahead of time, let him know you will suck him off but do not swallow loads before you finalize a plan to meet up. That gives the guy the option to decide if he want you to suck him off and not swallow, or if he wants to find someone else who will also swallow his load at the end. It seems fair to communicate this ahead of time when possible, and some guys may decide to go with someone who will swallow their loads at the end. Being a bit kinky and creative, and depending on the area where you live and cruise, you could consider finding another guy to help you consume loads that you suck out of guys. You suck a guy off but rather than swallowing the load, you collect it in a container and then pass it onto another submissive buddy to consume. Some guys love to consume fresh or frozen anonymous loads and would jump at the chance for you to save guys' loads for them rather than not swallowing them yourself. If you have the opportunity to share with a guy that you will suck him off but rather than swallowing his load, you will save it for a buddy to swallow, some guys will jump at the chance. This does not resolve the issue for guys you suck off in a place that does not allow for communication ahead of time. There are likely guys out there who would be willing to consume guys' anonymous loads if you put the word out you are looking for a partner. Please know there is no judgment here. I had a similar situation years back where I set a boundary that, at a minimum lessened a guy's pleasure without me totally realizing it. Once one guy clued me in that I was promoting myself as a submissive but setting boundaries that made it less sexually satisfying for him and probably others, I had to make some choices that ultimately eliminated the other guys' disappointment one way or the other. The personal decision I made as a submissive, was to always ensure I reasonably did everything I could to optimize the sexual experience for the other guy and work through my issues that would limit that from happening.

Two viable options here for me: 1. Inspect all empty video booths when I arrive to see if a previous occupant's cum is waiting for me to lap it up. If I am prepped to get fucked, i may finger the cum up my fuck hole to use as organic lube, as a alternative to eating it. 2. Listen to guys grunt and moan when they cum and check the video booth for warm cum to eat and use as soon as they leave. I am a hungry boy and no need to let it cool down before consuming it!

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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!