sluttyjimmy

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!

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!

I only suck and aways cum second. I suck down the guy's load and then cum as I drink the last of it, if I am going to cum. Otherwise I find my next cock to suck off. While the number of loads I suck down may vary, I eventually cum as I drink the last of the final load.

I am really into socks and love guys who wear socks while having sex. As a bottom, it makes my pucker hole totally twitch! I went through a phase when I was young where I would go to bathhouses and if a guy came into my room, wanting to fuck me and was wearing his socks, I would barter with him. I would notify the guy I was really into socks and loved a guy fucking me full of cum while he wore his socks. I would then offer to let the guy dump his load up inside of me in exchange for me keeping his socks afterwards. During those moments, I loved my boldness, which is not normal for me, but my urges took control and made me speak up. I also found it hot and naughty to engage in this conversation with guys...Me broaching the subject and waiting to see if me being the guy's cum dump would motivate him enough to give me his socks, was so fucking hot. When a guy would take me up on my offer, I would almost cum right then and there without touching myself. Then having a guy fuck me and grunt and then as he starts to feel post-nut clarity, remove his socks and hand them to me as a thank you for being his cum dump...FUCK! If a guy came into my room and was not wearing his socks, I would offer up my hole as a cum dump if he would go get his socks and wear them while he fucked me. It was so fucking hot to have a guy agree to that and tell me he would be right back as he left my room to go get his socks. Sometimes he would cum back wearing his socks and sometimes the guy would carry the socks back and put them on in my room, right before sticking his cock up my hole. There were times when guys would tell me they wanted to fuck me but were not ready to cum yet. I would offer my hole up for fucking now without him dumping his load if he would wear his socks while fucking me. There was no sock exchange without the load being deposited inside of me but it was great having a guy use his cock to churn previous loads of cream into butter deep inside my hole! There were some guys who were not ready to cum, who fucked me in the short-term and promised to cum back when they were ready to cum. While not all guys came back, some guys did! It was so fucking hot to have a guy come back, sometimes hours later, wearing his socks and announcing he was now ready to cum inside of me! There was one summer I spent some time in Phoenix. I spent a full three day holiday weekend at the bathhouse doing "The Sock Exchange." I put a bit of a twist on it that time: I had the first guy fuck me full of cum and leave me his socks. I then took my socks off and wore the first guy's socks while I waited for my second load to walk into my room. Once the second guy came inside of me and gave me his socks, I put his socks on to wear while I waited to get my third load. I did this all weekend long and ended up wearing 25 pairs of socks and taking 32 loads of cum! To explain: There were some guys who wanted to dump their loads in me but they did not wear socks to the bathhouse. For those guys, I asked them if they would be willing to wear a pair of my socks. They all agreed. What they did not know is the socks I gave them to wear were technically mine...but they originally came from one of the guys who previously fucked me full of cum earlier that weekend. That meant more than one guy wore the same pair of socks while they fucked me full of cum! Alas, the weekend came to an end and I look my 25 pairs of socks home with me. I wore all of those socks afterwards, different pairs each day while I lived my life doing my normal routine...Going to work, hanging out with friends, and doing everything in between. Throughout each day, I thought about the socks that I wore that day and the specific guy or guys who fucked me full of cum while wearing them. I have each guy wearing their specific socks engrained in my memory. I especially remember all of the details each night as I lie on my bed stroking out a load of cum, thinking about the guy and the socks and the fuck experience! P.S.: I have more experience with other guys' clothes and will share those sometime soon...

Definitely! Guys have sexual urges and I know first-hand that not taking care of those urges is not good. I also realize that jerking off only works for so long before guys need the real deal...that's where my hole comes in...or should I say that's when he cums in my hole! LOL Sometimes, a guy's physical and societal circumstances are out of his control and I am very willing to offer my hole up. Hopefully him dumping a load in my hole will make him feel good in the moment and positively impact his day. If the guy's circumstance is potentially within his control, such as him being a rude and arrogant asshole, I am still in. You never know if a guy is acting that way because he is sexually frustrated, in which case him dumping his load up my hole might have a positive impact on the guy's attitude. Even if the guy's behavior is not due to the guy being sexually frustrated, hopefully dumping his load inside of me will have a positive impact. I know there are no guarantees, but my hole is willing to take that chance. 😉

If a guy insists on wearing a condom, I will let him fuck me, with the understanding I get the condom full of cum when he is done. If that does not work for him, then I respectfully decline.

Absolutely! I have had guys who would find guys to fuck and use me when I was young, but not participate in any way. Sometimes we would do it at the guy's place who was cruising for cocks for me (aka "the coordinator" ) and sometimes I would be at a cheap sleazy motel with the front door to each room directly available from outside. There is something about a horned-up guy opening the motel room door to let himself in. I am spread bare-assed naked for all to see, hearing noises from the outside, feeling he outside temperature on my naked body and the outside light coming in through the open door to an otherwise dark or subdued motel room. When I have done this, there are times when the coordinator is present and other times when he does it all remotely. The coordinator might let me know what a guy specifically wants so I fully give it to him without communicating. That usually happens for the kinky stuff, unless the kinky guy wants to surprise me in the moment. Other times, the horny guy just arrives and uses me however he wants and makes sure i comply. When we have done this, I have left a room key under the front door mat or at some other discreet place outside, so the guy can let himself in. I do not answer the door. Sometimes I am blindfolded or the coordinator restrains me at the start. Sometimes the horny guy restrains or blindfolds me. The coordinator works out all of the details, including the possibility of someone else showing up mid-fuck. I do not worry about any of that. I am there to do as I am told and not to talk. There have been times when the coordinator has found me hot guys and ugly guys and fat guys and old guys...and every kind of guy in between. And when blindfolded, I have no fucking clue. Sometimes, after a few guys have have shown up to use me and I am restrained to the bed or another piece of furniture, the coordinator has publicly published the motel name, address, room number, and where the room key cards are hidden, so the universe and the local horny men to decide who is going to pay me a visit. When the coordinator finally comes to the room to untie me, he has asked me how many guys used me. One time, he actually admitted he placed public ads around 6pm the night before and then went on with his life until about 6am the next morning when he released me. He would freshen the ad up multiple times, but by midnight he just let the ad do its thing and let the horny bucks sniff me out. There have been a few times when the coordinator has not come to the motel to release me. It was the last guy to use me who untied me. In one of those cases, the last guy had me on my back with a blindfold on and my legs were spread wide and restrained. There were some pillows under me to prop my hole up off of the bed. This guy's cock felt mega-fat and mega-huge inside of me based on the way it opened my hole. At one point, the guy unexpectedly removed the blindfold mid-fuck. It took a bit for my eyes to adjust and recognize it was the old man motel worker who checked me in several hours before. Once I adjusted to it being the motel worker, I intuitively looked down to watch him fuck my obscenely stretched and wrecked cunt hole, only to realize he was fucking me with both his cock and low-hanging balls all completely stuffed inside of me! I made eye contact with him, feeling like I was in total shock as to what was happening. It was at the moment of mutual eye contact, that the motel worker roared and came deep inside of my wrecked hole. He both laid there, me in a sense of shock and the motel worker moving into a sense of post-nut clarity. Once he regained his senses, he started to pull out his junk by moving his hips away from my body, so my wrecked hole opened up about the side of a soft ball as his cock and both balls exited my body simultaneously. He untied my legs and at this point, my shock had subsided enough for my natural instincts to kick in and I cleaned his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue. When done, the motel worker got off the bed, put his pants and shoes back on, and left the room and went back to work. Needless to say I felt awkward checking out, smelling like a total whore who got very lucky last night. The motel worker handed me my receipt and said "I hope you enjoyed your stay..." I could not really make eye contact with him and as I left the motel office and walked toward my car, my hole felt it was still fully gaped open and I felt the goo of the motel worker's cum, my ass juices, and god only knows how many other local loads of cum sliding out my hole and into my shorts and down my legs, heading towards my socks and shoes. I stopped, turned around, and walked back into the motel office. I made eye contact with the motel worker and asked if I could please have my room key back to quickly clean myself up, since I should have done that instead of hastily turning in my room key and checking out. The motel worker said that was not possible since my room was in the process of being cleaned. I looked out the window and my motel room door was closed and there was no one in sight. The motel worker got a smirk on his face and told me that while my room was no longer available, he had a bathroom area in the back room of the motel office and I could clean up in there. He told me to follow him and did not wait for a response from me to start moving to the back area of his living space. As I followed the old motel worker to his back rooms, he mumbled under his breath that he would help me clean up my cunt real good, to the point that I needed to extend my stay in his motel for another night...

When I was younger I had a buddy who whored me out to his friends as a cum dump. Consistent feedback my buddy received was that I would ask the guys to "go easier" or " can we take a quick break?" The guys were frustrated and even had blue balls because even though they creamed up my cunt, it was not always a full-blown cum. And if it was a full-blown cum, it was not done in a way that maximized the guy's pleasure. My buddy told those guys to fuck me like they wanna fuck me and fuck any conditions. He told them fuck me any way they wanted and not stop until they were completely emptied, satisfied, and done. The next cycle of fucks by these guys were totally different. They seemed much more animalistic in their attitudes and I was their unconditional cum dump; a possession for them to use anyway THEY wanted. From that point forward, they fucked me their way. If it got painful and I asked them to stop or go easy, they would just keep on going like I never spoke. They each had their own fuck rhythm and I was expect to accept that, no questions asked. Some times they would acknowledge I asked them to stop...They would say "you want me to stop?" and I would say 'yes" and they would just keep on going or provide some sarcastic response like "Hell No" or "Fuck that!' When I asked one guy to stop, he grabbed his cell phone and made a call, barely adjusting his rhythm. Once the guy on the other end of the phone answered, the guy fucking me handed me the phone and said "it's for you." I said "hello" and it was my buddy. The guy fucking me picked up the pace and said "tell him what you asked me to do," which I did. The guy kept fucking me like crazy and my buddy stayed on the phone ridiculing me until he heard they guy roar that he was cumming. As they guy started to enjoy his post-nut clarity, my buddy called me a "fucktard" and hung up. During my reconditioning period there were lots of tears and grinning and bearing it. There were also times when I had to scream to let it out because there was no alternate relief in the moment. I learned my lesson and now I never tell anyone how to fuck me...because it is their decision to make.

Definitely having a guy sit on a rim chair. There is something about him stripping down and getting settled on the chair and being comfy for a good long time. I have no problem putting the back of the rim chair against the side of a bed or wall to give back support, if needed. Anything to keep the guy comfy and sitting as long as possible! There is also something about once a guy sits on the rim chair, him using both of his hands to pull his ass cheeks apart to fully expose his hole to my mouth and tongue. It is a simple and often subtle and intuitive gesture, but may is it fucking hot when a guy does that. When I rim a guy sitting on the rim chair, I like for him to be as comfy as possible. I will make sure he has a beverage or snack ready for him if he wants one. I make sure the TV remote is nearby for porn or regular TV. Having a guy sit on a rim chair and watch a sporting event is very fucking hot. He can play on his phone, cruise guys on-line...be comfortable doing whatever the fuck he wants while I am underneath the chair taking care of his pucker hole. For me, I also like the fact that I am kinda stuck under the rim chair with no place to go until the guy gets up. While I could slither out from underneath the chair while a guy is sitting on it, it is hard to do. There have been a few times when I wanted the guy to totally control how long I rimmed him. When he arrived, he tied my wrists to the back legs with neckties so I was stuck there eating his ass, with the weight of his body holding me in place while he sat on the chair. I was not able to move from underneath the chair until get got up. Giving up the control and having guys who do not give a fuck about how long I am underneath the chair because the feeling of me licking and eating their asses is the most important thing...that is fucking hot! Oh, and having a guy cruise for other guys to come over and have a seat is very fucking hot. To be eating a guy out underneath the rim chair and hear the front door open and another guy stripping off his clothes so they can trade off using the chair is very hot. A few times when the first guy stands up, the new guy had his ass facing the chair so I cannot see his face. The only thing I can really see is his ass as he sits down on the chair and it gets closer to my face, ready for my mouth and tongue do its job...FUCK!

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