ohmalewhore

Seeing as how right now I am "making the rounds" of an area truck stop, a bukkake session would be near impossible. Most of the encounters I have are in a sleeper cab, and anyone whose ever been in one of those knows most are cramped as it is. Two people in one of those is tough enough, let alone a 3rd or more. But yeah it's kind of always been an ultimate fantasy of mine to be kneeling in front of several guys and just going from one cock to another, pleasing them all and feeling the warm jizz hit my painted face.

Difficult one. I had two men last night - the first really pounded me for about 20-25 minutes before cumming and it was almost more than I could take because he never stopped! I can say I hate guys that are in, pump me a few times, and then cum. The "one and done" guys are a total let down, for sure. I think the longest any man has ever taken to fuck me has been upwards of 45 minutes, but we changed positions a few times, slowed things down, etc. Those are the ones I tend to enjoy the most - more intimate and more of a slow burn that begins to rage until it's out of control and he's busting a huge load in me. But I'll take a "machine" any time as long as there is some form of communication, some intimate touching, maybe restraint and force, etc.

Several months back I met a man - a trucker - at a nearby truck stop quite on accident. He was coming out of the common area after a meal and I was using hte gasoline pumps for smaller vehicles that was very near the entrance/exit of the building. One thing led to another on that initial encounter and we ended up fucking in his cab. But after that I returned to fuck him several times, including an overnight stay at a nearby motel. We developed quite the rapport - he knew my needs and I knew his. So a few weeks back he began "sending" other truckers my number and telling them if they needed a hot piece of sissy ass to text me and give me about 3 hours notice. It worked out well - I got a few more "regular" truckers now fucking me and he is somewhat of a "big thing" now at the truck stop with the bi-sexual, married, and horny truckers that need a release on the road. Last night he set me up for the first time officially - actually arranging everything with two truckers. The 2nd one, which I won't go into detail about here, I've had before. He's a sexy black trucker and has a specific type of outfit he likes seeing me in and a certain arrangement for the two of us to spend time alone together. It was the first man of the night that I have to share. He was not only new to the truck stop, but also new to my "Pimp Daddy" and new to having me. My "Daddy" set it all up - 7:30pm, exact area to park his trailer and truck, how to leave the passenger door unlocked, that I would give a special "knock" before entering, and all the rest. So 2 hours before I was to leave I went through my usual routine - picking out an outfit, showering, douching, shaving, getting dressed and usually having just enough time to do some more practise on my makeup. So far I've only got my lips how I like them, but today I was working a bit more on base makeup. By the time my 10-minute alarm went off - letting me know I had 10 minutes before I needed to leave home - I decided to leave the base makeup on as it was, a bit light and I could still tell I had some more work to do to get it "just right" so it wasn't too heavy, but heavy enough to conceal. I put on my bright red lipstick and lip liner and made my way to my car and out of the rural area I live towards the truck stop. The heels you see in my photo are the same ones I wore to drive in, as well as the same shade of silken pantyhose - coffee. They didn't keep my legs or feet very warm on the 20-minute drive to the stop, but my discomfort was not on my mind when I picked this outfit. I wanted this "newbie" to enjoy his first time in Napoleon and his first time having me, so I went with a little something more for warmer temps. Besides the CFM heels and coffee-shade pantyhose, I was wearing a black leather-look skirt and jacket set with a warm fuzzy purple sweater under the jacket. In case he wanted to go further I had a matching black silk camisole, black half slip and black lace bra on. This was all hidden by a black wool jacket that was past the knees. For about a month I'd been dressing more provocatively from home and "taking the chance" on not being spotted as a "guy in drag." So far, it'd worked and I'd not been spotted once. I arrived just a bit ahead of schedule, so I parked near to the truck I was described by my "Pimp Daddy" and waited a bit to be sure the foot traffic going in and out was next to none. At a few minutes before "show time" I turned off my car and made my way to the passenger's side door of his cab, rapped on the door in the "knock" I was told to use. I stepped in and was greeted by a rather bear-like trucker, quite handsome actually with a salt-n-pepper beard and moustache - short and well groomed. He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me into his sleeper area, killed the interior cab lights and left a small one on in the sleeper. He began to get his pants off and ordered me to take off clothing, other than my outer coat, slowly. By the time he had his pants off and his cock peeking out from under his boxers, I had my outer coat and jacket off. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me to my knees and ordered me to serve his dick. I knelt before him and greedily began to suck and kiss and worship such a magnificent thick piece of manhood. "Rod" as he wanted to be called just kept a tight grip on my shoulders and my neck, enjoying my sucking and kissing acts upon his hairy beast of a cock. My hands went up his shirt against his abdomen. Like most truckers, it was a bit full, but I was finding this shape to be very pleasing after having had quite a few men like this and enjoying every moment spent being fucked and used by them. Rod was hairier than most though, which really aroused me. Over the years I begun to develop a deep lustful desire for hairy men, at least in the abdomen and chest area. My clear coat nails traced up and down his hair and made my clit rise from its confines under my skirt to make a dramatic bulge that Rod noticed. "Damn sissy you're already hard! What a fucking slut you are! What do I call you?" "I am whatever name my lover wishes me to be," I responded before going back to kissing at his now mighty dick. He was definitely over 7" in length by this moment, probably coming very close to 8 inches. But it was the thickness that had me wondering how my tight pussy was going to respond. So far in the past few months of "trucker fucking" I'd had men that were between 6" and almost 9" in length (Pimp Daddy and the black trucker up next are both nearly 9") but this was by far the thickest man I'd had yet. "Then you're my Trixie. And I can't wait to fuck my Trixie." Another few minutes of sucking and taking every inch of him I could soon turned to him dragging me to my feet and him pulling me down onto his lap to sit on him as he kissed my face, lips and neck and caressed my breasts. He'd already removed my A-cup bra and was enjoying my natural breasts under my sweater. I just moaned and purred as he seduced me. "Oh damn Trixie my wife never got me this hot since before our wedding. Fuck I'm glad Ken set me up with you! I've got to fuck you! Do you need it, Trixie? Do you need my rod?" I kissed and licked him back, "Yes Rod I need you. My pussy aches to be fucked. Take me raw, baby. Take me natural. Let me feel every thick bit of your manhood turn me into your whore." Rod then pushed me off, got up, grabbed onto me and tossed me onto the sleeper on all fours. He spread my legs with force and pushed my leather-look skirt up over my hips and saw his reward - my ass-pussy looking at him under a very small hole in the nylon fabric of my pantyhose. His thick fingers went right in, ripped them open and he began to slap my ass and spit on my hole. I reached my painted nails back and caressed his thick cock, keeping his massive manhood nice and hard so that he'd be ready to plow into me when he had gotten a fill of my pussy. He licked and spit, slapped and spit, then repeated the process over and over as he kept telling me he was so going to fuck me hard. It was at this point he finally caught eye of my clit - nearly as long as his cock, but encased in the same coffee nylon poking through a small hole in the front of my pantyhose. "Oh fuck that's hot! I'm going to make you cum in that nylon, bitch!" I looked back and begged him again, "please fuck me Rod! I need your dick in me!" He didn't hesitate this time. Either I was fully prepped and wet, or he was just going to take me at my word and fuck me hard, raw and didn't care. It seemed it was more the latter, because as his thick head tried to penetrate I was not quite wet enough. He leaned over to a small shelf, grabbed what I assumed was a bottle of lubricant or something. it was cold - very cold! I maned and almost cried out a bit as it shot against my hole. He slapped my ass and pushed the head into me. "Yeah Trixie you're going to be my fucking bitch! I'm going to own that pussy and plant my seed in you, whore!" "Oh baby give it to me. Make me yours. I'm your cum dump. I'm your sissy fuck. I'm just a pussy for your dick!" He grabbed me around the throat, squeezed me tight enough to make me gasp for air, "Yes you are, bitch!" He then released the grip on my throat but grabbed my hair in the back and began his full-on push into my pussy. I moaned his name as he entered me fully and I felt the slap of his balls against my ass. He was in - I was in ecstasy. I felt my clit getting hard again from within its nylon sheath and I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he began to pound like a machine set on high. It was one hard thrust after another - a man on a mission to pound my ass and to get his sperm deep inside me. My walls were pretty sore from his thickness but I was not minding the feel after about 5 minutes of relentless fucking. We barely said a thing to one another - just lots of moans, groans, and a few "oh yesssss" hisses from me as he used me. Then I felt his right hand loosen from my hip onto my clit, where he began to stroke my nylon covered dicklette and make me even harder. I was now moaning even louder. This made Rod want me even more it seemed. His hand just kept stroking my clit and he kept moaning the name he'd given me, "Trixie" over and over and he fucked me. I then reached under, grabbed his hand, pressed it to my breast over my heart and let him finger my nipple. Then both his hands were under my sweater squeezing my tits as we fucked. I began now to moan his name. I felt my cum boiling up in my balls. "Make me cum Rod," I begged him. His thrusts got even harder and within a few pounds I did just that, cumming hard into the coffee nylon over my clit. "You dirty fucking slut! Gawd I am going to fuck you! Yeah Trixie you're my bitch! Take my dick, Trixie my whore!" Rod cried out my name a few more times and then I felt it - his body shuddered. I could not feel the splash of sperm but I could tell from his loud moan it was a big one! I just moaned "Oooohhhhhh yeeesssssssss Rod!" About five minutes of kissing and post-sex enjoyment then saw to me getting dressed and leaving Rod lying there on the sleeper very happy and satisfied. I was off to my next rendezvous of the night just about 20 feet away.

Craigslist rarely worked for me back in the day, but Doublelist has been a total flop. It seems all the posers, pic hunters and ghosts that were on Craigslist all went to Doublelist, while the real anonymous men who just needed a mouth or ass to fuck went elsewhere.

Face pics are of no interest to me, unless it's because I plan to meet up with another gurl. Men don't wish to really see my face unless they're looking for "passable" and then I know they're just out for a fetish fuck and it probably won't happen anyhow. Most of the men who have fucked me have seen my face ahead of time - picking me up at the gas pumps near a local truck stop, seeing me at the same gay bar they're at, or even a few at a local indoor shopping mall. But most anonymous fucks are just that - anonymous. Last night the guy who fucked me had never seen my face or body and I had never seen anything of him. It was pre-arranged - set time, set truck, set area of the parking lot. I climbed in his cab - he shut down the inside cab lights except a small one in the sleeper area - he dropped his pants and ordered me to begin stripping - he finished stripping me - then he grabbed me and made me suck him hard on my knees in front of him before he placed me on his lap, caressed my silk clad body, chest and my nylon covered clit, and then put me on his sleeper and restrained me with his hands and fucked the shit out of me. It was raw, it was animalistic, it was primal - it was just what I needed!

On boards and such - yes, this is a huge problem. Doublelist and others are packed with "young only" ads - both top and bottom. I do see a few "older top" postings, but they're a minority of them in comparison to the "under 30" ones I see so prevalently posted. Thankfully I've managed to hit a gold mine via a local truck stop - men all in their 30s and up - many of them married but not getting any at home because of their long hours on the road. A few have even told me they don't get any at home because they've "gone soft" in the middle area from sitting all day driving and eating some pretty nasty food sometimes just to keep going, plus the poor sleeping conditions in their cab they have to deal with when on longer trips away from home base. These guys don't care the age, don't care the height/weight proportions or a lot of the other nonsense you see on boards and sex sites. Most have no idea my age when we meet or even after we've fucked. They just love that my body is smooth, that I have a feminine feel and smell to my body, and that I can suck cock and fuck cock like a fantasy come true for them. They close their eyes, lie back, and enjoy things until the time they need to control and need my pussy to be their dumping ground.

My only desire to "top" would come if I was with another gurl like me, or maybe several gurls. I don't ever want my clit going into a man. I don't want to be dominant. I enjoy being the total bottom slut for men and look forward to the day I find a gurl who just wants to enjoy a night of "come what may" passion.

I am always hesitant to share my true life stories on these "fiction" pages as well. But I am glad that you did and think I may have to share tonight's impending fun once it's all over.

Oh there's so much! First would be the build up - feeling a man's hands all over my silken clothing and soft skin, sitting on his lap and feeling his dick slowly harden as I worship his body and kiss him all over softly begging him to use me. Second is the act itself - almost always some bit of restraint as he enters me and as he gains full control over my pussy. But the ultimate is when I hear the man inside me moaning as his balls empty into me and show me that I truly am just a worthless fuck - but I love being a worthless fuck! Every man who has entered me and cum has always cum back for more since I started visiting my special truck stop. Tonight I hope to make a new lover of my pussy and maybe have my reputation expand more so I can be getting fucked each night of the week - maybe twice or more on weekends!

One of the truckers I happened to meet at a nearby truck stop has now become my "Pimp Daddy" and is setting me up with truckers he meets who travel the same route he does (US-24). Many don't ever stop at the truck stop where my "Pimp Daddy" and I first met, so they had no idea that the stop had some action available. There are a lot more bi-sexual truckers out there than one would think, and with the way I dress up - lingerie, stockings or crotchless tights, a slinky dress or skirt and a pair of CFM heels - many of them enjoy the feel of all my silk, satin and nylon as we're kissing and getting my intended lover ready to enjoy me. So far I have a "list" of 6 men all wanting me - two "dates" tonight at the truck stop with the 1st set to be only an hour so I can easily move on to the other guy when his truck is set to roll in - a guy whose had me before and really loves the way we fuck! The 1st is a newcomer to the truck stop, so "Daddy" figures that he'll probably be a "blow and go" until the guy learns how good I am in the sleeper. Each trucker so far appreciates my dressing up, my feminine style of worshipping their body and caressing their chests before I sit on their hardening cocks and feel their lips on my skin as I whisper how badly I want them. Since I started doing this at the first of the New Year I've had 3 of the same men, plus Daddy (4 total) all fuck me at least twice a week and one "newbie" has fucked me twice in two weeks. All of them are a bit dominant, all are married and not getting any at home, and all have given me a femme name they moan as we fuck and cum together.

The best and deepest enslavement takes place between your ears, not your legs. Once you control the brain, the body follows suit. That first meeting is all important and sets the tone for everything that follows, especially if it's one where the "enslaved" gets to walk away and have time to think over the idea. Men that give too much leeway to their prospective sissy will lose them. I know what I am saying almost comes across as a kidnapping or forced event, but that's almost what one needs to do - total control and total domination. All the photo sharing and email exchanges just heighten the desire of the prospective sissy, but what gets them to that first face-to-face meeting and keeps them there so you can "program" them to never want to mentally leave? The post goes into good detail, but not far enough. I love the idea of the blackmail - video and/or photos of the sissy in the act. Even the chastity is an awesome idea as that locks away the anatomy a sissy might feel embarrassed going to a healthcare provider to have removed should they chicken out. These things get into the head, but maybe not far enough. You have to break down that "fight or flight" inside of new sissy material. I know even to this day there are times I get trepidatious about a "new man" just because of the fact I don't know him. It's why the more random, unexpected and virtually unplanned thing tends to be the one that gives me the greatest pleasure - a random guy hits on you and the two of you decide in a moment of 5-15 minutes where you're going and there's little backing out time. I've had some of my best sexual encounters with a random trucker who just - for some reason - came over and started to hit on me in the hopes I would follow him back to his cab for a few hours of oral and more fun in the sleeper area.

From the moment a man first seized my ass as his pussy, I've always encouraged each man to start with a condom if he so chooses - some guys like it because it's a "bring your own lube" device - but once they're in and feeling comfortable inside me .... lose the coat! I guess it goes back to the first man who fucked me - he did the same thing. He put on a lubricated condom, got worked inside of me, pulled out and tossed the raincoat aside and spit on my ass just a few times before entering me again and then was bare the entire time until he came. His partner then just entered me raw and kept things going. I believe we bottoms were built for being fucked raw and should be fucked raw.

Go for quality. Never settle on cheap. Metal is definitely the way to go, but I have been hearing some plastic ones are getting better as I keep my ears open to new forms of chastity for when I finally get a man that enjoys me enough to lock me up for his pleasure. Many years back my fiancée and dominatrix took me to a local sex toy shop in the Tampa/St. Pete area and the staff worked to find the best fit. I know that's sometimes tough, but if you find a good store and a qualified worker that knows his/her stuff it's the best way to go. Otherwise it becomes a game of measuring and accuracy, because a bad fit will hurt you in the long run and you also might not achieve the right results. Best chastity - when done right - begins to shrink the member over time and make it nearly useless for any sexual activity - which is the primary reason for putting a cock in chastity.

It's really more the act for me - feeling a man harden in my mouth and knowing that my mouth is giving him such intense pleasure that my reward, if he stays in my mouth, will soon cum to me and I will get to enjoy swallowing his sperm. I can't really say that I go out to "crave" that taste, as each man's cum is a little different. But I do crave the act - the ability to make him hard, to thrill him, to make him lose just a bit of control and to rocket a load into my mouth ..... that's what I crave most!

From the age of 9 until I was 36 I always craved women, fucked women and needed to be intimate with women. But one day in 2001 two men changed all that and I began to slowly drift away from the idea of being with women to being a sex toy for men and being "their woman" since so many bisexual men love the idea of fucking a guy who "feels" like a woman.

I would have just turned 10. The gal I had been enjoying sex with loved that I had not reached the ability to cum yet, but was hard and always ready to fuck. One day we were doing the nasty up in her room like usual and about 20 minutes into fucking I suddenly felt like I had to piss. She tried to pull off me but I didn't quite get all the way out of her and came all over the crotch of her torn open pantyhose. She was so angry she made me lick my own sperm from her - my first submission and my first taste of cum.

It all depends on the length and size of the cock fucking me, and how big of a load he's offering me. A trucker who has not had sex in days but enjoys regular sex .... I can almost always feel the initial ejaculation in my walls as he lets loose. It's like a little "tickle" of sorts, but after that the only way for sure I know is how slippery I feel as the guy is moving about inside me.

I never wear underwear unless upon request of the person about to fuck me. But I always make it so the underwear come off first, leaving fertile and easy access to my fuckhole. I sometimes bring a pair of silky panties for after, to hold a buttplug in place or to hold a maxipad in so that I don't dribble every drop of fuck-seed from my now very fertile pussy.

Not since my first time with men have I ever said those words .... and never will! My ass is here to please men - to give them a tight fuckhole to fill. The pleasures I get from being fucked and feeling him cum inside me are secondary.

There is almost nothing like the feel of a hard throbbing manhood entering my ripe little pussy. From the first waking moment until the last thing at night its almost all I crave is to feel a man's dick opening me, filling me and making me quiver with his every thrust. But the only thing better is the climax - the ultimate rush of knowing that my pussy helped make a man cum - lose control - and surrender his seed into my hole. I feel totally complete when I feel a man unload into me and grab me as he delivers every drop he can inside me.

I'd love to find a hot man with a sexy piercing to violate my tail!

I'm over 50 years old. There's not a whole lot of time left on this planet so honestly I don't care one way or another at this point. I'm not actively looking for it any longer, but if it finds me .... it finds me. In the meantime I'll take any man, any load, always bare and always appreciative of being fucked and possibly impregnated.

About every month I get notices from there via CumUnion about parties there in Grand Rapids and also a place in Detroit called Body Zone. Each time they have a party I can't get people to cover my shift (I tend to work a LOT of weekends) so I miss out on going to learn what The Diplomat and Body Zone are like.

Not really. The area I live in has been nicknamed "God's Country" so I am glad I hide myself away right now. I don't know how much "pretending" I do just because so far I've been discovered twice by two different men at the same truck stop gas station. I must give off something that draws them to want to come over and make sure.