sluttyjimmy

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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I met a hot black man with a HUGE cock. We got into a fucking routine that was SO hot! When I arrived at his condo building he would buzz me in with the understanding I had to silently let myself into his unit. He had a roommate who was usually home and I would arrive for my booty call in the middle of the night after his roommate went to sleep. He said the guy was his roommate but I realized during our many fuck sessions there was only one bedroom, with a small room next to the front door that had all kinds of shit stored in it, plus an over-stuffed chair that opened up to a chaise. When I texted the guy I was at his building, he would always buzz me in and text me back, telling me to go into either the small storage room and lie down on my back on the chaise, or he would tell me to walk forward from the front door to the huge "L" shaped sofa and lie on my back. When I arrived in the designated room, I was expected to strip down to my socks, lay on my back and lift my legs up high in the air and just wait for his cock to arrive. Sometimes the wait was just a few minutes and sometimes the wait could be 15-20 minutes...just lying there with my legs spread and held up high. Finally I would hear him enter the room. While I could not make anything out because it was always so dark, when he climbed between my legs and positioned his cock at my pussy (his phrase,) I could tell he wore a soft bathrobe cause I would feel it against my thighs. The bathrobe was always open, fully exposing his chest and cock and he never took his bathrobe off. The normal routine was that he would place the huge head of his huge cock at the entrance to my pussy. He would push the head in and keep on going...until he was completely inside of me. There was no stopping or slowing down. He told me before our first pussy fuck session that is what I should expect and there was no varying from it. If that did not work for me, then it was not going to work for him and we could forget all about the pussy fuck. He also told me that while I was naked with my legs spread, we did things his way. There was no telling him to stop or to go easy because he would ignore me and do it his way. This was his pussy and he would use it his way, for as long as he wanted, and until he was done. He told me I needed to stay completely quiet the entire time. Not only was I not allowed to comment in any way, I was strictly forbidden to utter a sound. He warned me that there would always be a roll of duck tape near by pussy and he would tape my mouth shut if I ever uttered a sound of any kind. My pussy belonged to his cock. It was his possession and I had no identity and no value beyond my pussy. He texted me the ground rules before the first pussy fuck and he told me to remember them because he would not repeat them to me again. Once his massive cock fully impaled my pussy, he would lean forward on top of me with his entire weight holding me still with no place to go. He would then put his arms around the back of my neck or underneath my armpits, both ways firmly holding me in place. I was totally stuck and held in place. He could turn his head side ways so when laying directly on top of me, he would not look at me and I could not look at him. With his head turned and lying next to mine, his mouth was right next to my ear. At this point, his cock would start fucking me and not stop until it came deep inside my pussy. There was no telling how long his cock would fuck my pussy. Sometimes it could be 10 minutes and sometimes 90 minutes straight, with not stopping and no break in the rhythm of his thrusts. He would tell me it was his pussy. He would tell me his cock was going to knock me up and make me a baby. Sometime he could sense the fuck might be becoming painful, and he would ask me, "Is your pussy sore?' and I would shake my head yes, because I was not allowed to talk or make any sounds. He would respond by saying "good". The he would add comments like "I don't care if your pussy is fucking sore...it knows what it needs to do and my cock is not stopping until it is done." And then his cock would keep fucking me. During two difference fuck sessions I unintentionally uttered "ow" because it started to hurt. Those were the only occasions where he broke rhythm. He lifted himself back on his haunches. As he leaned backward he had a hold of me an took me with him so I would still impacted on his cock with both of us in the upright position. He grabbed a roll of duck tape and held it against my lips and proceeded to pull the roll around the back of my head and back toward my lips. He did this like four or five times so my mouth was completely covered. He then laid me back down and laid his chest and full wait against me and picked up where he left off. I am quite confident his rhythm was more intense than before I uttered that fateful word and because of the break, his cock would fuck my pussy for a lot longer than his cock fucking my pussy for like double the amount of time it normally fucked my pussy. My pussy was stranded without being able to move an inch without him letting me up. Mtil his cock came deep inside of me, in which case, he would get up and leave the room and I was expected to silently get dressed and leave. We were done until the next time he texted to tell me when and what time my pussy was expected to arrive. The last time his cock fucked me was about 3 years ago, when I moved about 2 hours away. I also met my boyfriend after I. moved and have been monogamous ever since. He still texts me about a pussy fuck and the distance and my boyfriend does not deter him. He is telling me his cock is coming for a visit and my pussy better be the perfect host, He said we will do the same scenario, except his cock will arrive when it is good damn and ready. My pussy will be lying on my bed with my legs spread and up in the air. The room will also be completely dark so we cannot see one another. I still will not know what he looks like and he does not give a crap about what I look like. His cock wants his pussy and he expects it to happen "boyfriend or no fucking boyfriend." I care about my boyfriend and do not want to fuck it up...FUCK ME!!!

So many possibilities it is almost impossible to choose. These guys would definitely be included on my top 10: Actor: Michael B. Jordan Musician: Enrique Iglesias Athlete: Jimmy Garoppolo

I am an older gay...ancient in gay years! I have had a very good time as a bottom over many years, some might say too good, given how loose and stretched my hole is. My "cunt" or "pussy," which are my favorite labels for that part of my anatomy, shows the wear and tear of a very active and good life! Based on this I have changed my strategy and what turns me on. I love to have a top guy who likes using a loose hole. He knows how to move his cock to get pleasure and he gets into the looseness. The feeling of a cock going in circles around my asshole to hit all the friction points is VERY HOT! Then there are the top guys who want to help you stretch your hole out even further, sometimes permanently. It is so fucking hot when a top guy is on a mission to help permanently stretch my hole with fingers, fists, and toys...It is a way to remember him, long after he's gone. One other sexual evolution for this older bottom I really get into supporting my younger fellow bottoms. I love rimming a bottom's hole while he cruises for cock as well as in between loads. If I stay, off to the side, while the top fucks the tight bottom, I get off on the fact that the younger guy's hole is getting all of the action and everyone in the room knows it. If the bottom has me leave as the top arrives, I know I have helped keep the bottom's hole wet and stimulated for the main event. If the bottom has me leave, sometimes he has me sit in my car or stay close so I can eat and lick his puffy used hole while he cruises for more cocks. Also, if the bottom, in his youthful state, has a cocky attitude while interacting with me or while I am eating and licking his hole, I am ok with that. I had a cocky attitude when i was younger and had free choice of cocks, and I am totally good with the younger bottom having the desirable hole and dynamic that presents for everyone present in the moment. My stretched out pussy hole is a badge of honor of a life well-lived and a cunt well-fucked!

So many places but here are some of my favorite breedings: - In a bank branch manager's office. -In an office building by the security guard. This was before security cameras were prevalent inside office spaces to monitor the premises and properties used security guards for monitoring. When I arrived the security guard took me to a first-floor room near the security station. He had me strip down to my socks and running shoes and had me join him for his rounds. We walked from office-to-office and floor-to-floor, and he would stop me in each office space and fuck me. At first he would pull his cock out of his fly at each space but after awhile, he just kept his cock hanging out of his fly for easier access in each office. We would stop in each office, fuck me, and then use his security checkpoint device to record he had visited the office and everything was a-okay. Each time he recorded the checkpoint it would beep, and that was my indication we were moving on to the next office space. Sometimes he fucked me in the hallway, sticking his cock inside and walking me down the hallway firmly on his cock, pushing and prodding me along the way to the next office. When we got to the last office on the top floor, there was a treadmill in the corner. He had me step onto the treadmill while he stood behind me with his legs spread and his feet on the stationary sideboards. He told me to turn the treadmill on so I could start walking. As the treadmill started to move, he was behind me with his hard cock starting to poke at my hole. He told me to turn the speed up higher and his cock starting going into me deeper. As he used the treadmill to fuck me, he regularly yelled faster until I was jogging at full speed while his cock ravaged my hole. The treadmill and his cock were in charge and there was nothing my hole could do about it. At one point I looked back to see him still just standing on the stationary side boards. He was not thrusting and totally letting the treadmill do the work. There is a point I am jogging full speed and my legs are really tired. I know I can't stop because if I do the treadmill will slide me directly and all the way onto his 10" black cock. Just as I feel my legs giving out I hear him roar and feel the spurts of his cum inside of me. I turn the treadmill off and as it is coming to a stop, i stop moving my feet and my hole slides me directly onto his full cock. -In the backseat of a car by two guys who were boyfriends. One guy got drove us around while his boyfriend was in the backseat fucking me. Once his boyfriend came up my ass, they switched places and the second guy fucked and bred me while his boyfriend drove us around. -On the hood of one car and in the backseat of another vehicle in a car repair garage, by a mechanic who worked there. -In a gay bar on top of the bar by the bartender after closing. I hooked up with the bartender on-line after the bar closed so he unlocked the door when I arrived to let me in. The lights were still flashing, the porn and the music was still playing, and it was just him and me stripped down going at it like crazy until he dumped his load inside of me. -In the back room of a gas station mini-mart buy the employee. I was stripped down to my socks and running shoes and he would fuck me until the bell rang when someone entered the store. He zipped up to help the customer and once gone, he would return, unzip, and fuck me some more until the bell rang again for him to help another customer. I think he fucked me in between 14 customers until he finally bred me good. -In a walk-up fast food cabin call The Frankfurter! The walk-up was closed for the night, but the guy I met on-line told me to knock on the door when I arrived. He let me in and he was still in his work uniform. He told me to strip down and get comfy. Meanwhile we can hear all of the tourists walking by. I strip down to my signature socks and running shoes and while I am doing that, we make small talk and he asked me what I usually like on my hotdogs. I told him I eat them with mustard and ketchup. Small talk over, he told me to bend over because he was going to loosen me up. I hear him pump out some lube and feel something pressing against my hole...As he gets it inside, I realize he was using a hotdog to open me up, with mustard and ketchup as lube! He fucked me, pushing the hotdog all the way in me until there is nothing left for him to hang onto and I feel my hole completely close around it. I push and the tip exits my hole and I push until the entire hotdog is out and he catches it in his hands. My new favorite hotdog vendor then told me I needed something a bit different. He then sticks what I found out was a bratwurst up my hole, which was plump and opened me up even more. He got the brat all the way in me and I push it back out all the way until he caught it. Finally, I hear the pump again...more mustard and ketchup. He then pushes his long and thick cock up my ass, slow and steady, never pausing until it is all inside of me. It was longer and fatter than both the hotdog and the brat. He fucked me for a good long time and pumped me full of cum with a loud grunt that I am confident any tourists walking by would hear! As I got dressed, the guy whose name I did not know, asked me if I had eaten dinner yet and I told him I had not. He smirked and said "You are welcome to take the hotdog and brat with you...they are fully cooked and will make an excellent meal for you!" I happily accepted what turned out to me my dinner that night. He even threw in some buns and little plastic containers of mustard and ketchup, the kinky bastard! -In a medical clinic while the clinic was open. The doctor spent the afternoon in the hospital but his two nurses, one Hispanic and one African American were working in the clinic catching up on paperwork and making appointments. The Hispanic nurse took me to an exam room and bred me and once he dumped his load, he went back to the nurses' station to take care of calls and stuff while the African American nurse joined me in the exam room to add his load to my hole!

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