Yes, last night was fun. I was cleaning up after my date when Scott walked in. He asked me where I had been, and I lay on the bed, spread my legs, and said, "Taste my new boyfriend." And he did. There wasn't much left of him inside of me, but his dry heaves let me know there was enough. Then I let him jerk off on my leg, but that came with a price tag…he had to eat his jizz while I watched. I know it isn't something you probably want to see, but me…I just can't get enough of watching him humiliate himself in front of me. It's not the act per se. It's the mental power I have over him to make him eat his own sperm that makes me wet. Even better, when I was getting ready to leave to spend the afternoon with Jake, he said I should spend the afternoon with him. I told him not to make me choose because he would lose. I reminded him that he may technically be my husband, but Jake is my man now and that he has been reduced to just a friend I tolerate. I think I almost came when the look of dejection crossed his face when he realized I meant it. This is the life I have dreamt of for so long, and it’s cumming together perfectly. Don’t get all empathetic for Scott. He was genuinely sad when I walked out the door, but his dick was so hard it was trying to punch a hole in his pants. He’s getting what he wants…I just don’t think he realized it would hurt this bad to feel this good.
I came home with both my pussy and stomach full of sperm fresh from a man's balls. It was a good night. I didn't get off, but he did, and sometimes that's good enough. It was our first time. The excellent news is he has the biggest dick since David, if anyone remembers him. I had to be reminded of his name. David had an 11-inch cock. This guy last night, who is 30 years old, found him on Tinder, is probably 10. It's not as fat as David's, but it's thick. It's a beautiful penis, though. Nice and smooth, thick and spongy with enormous round balls that don't sag in the least. His dick just makes my mouth water at the sight of it. When I slipped the head into my mouth and worked the rim of the head, I figured he wasn't going to last all that long. I slipped the tip of my tongue into his cum hole with the head of cock still in my mouth, and by the time I let it out, sperm was filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. I would say he was pumping jizz into my belly in under a minute. He apologized for cumming both in my mouth and so soon. Guys, don't ever apologize for cumming, no matter what. It's annoying. Making you cum that fast is a badge of honor for me. It means I can control your body more than you can yourself, and that is a pussy drenching thought.
We never really took a break because I was so caught up with the size of his balls and how round they were I couldn't keep my hands off them. When I started licking them, his dick grew. When it was fully hard, I bent over and presented my pussy for him to breed. He slipped his dick in, and as with all large dicks, it takes a moment to get used to it. His is no different. Just as I was starting to get that warm fuzzy feeling from his dick touching things deep inside me that most dicks never get near…I felt his cum spray my insides down. He stayed hard for another minute or two, and I almost…I was right there…just on the edge, came. But I didn't. His dick slipped out, sperm poured out of my pussy onto my floor, and I used what was left to rub myself off while he watched. He was super embarrassed. I'm not sure because he was self-conscious about watching me get off or if he was ashamed I had to rub myself off because he came too soon. Maybe a little of both. Again, knock it off men. I'll get you where you need to be. First-time fucks are almost always a sure letdown. It takes a few breeding sessions to get it right. I plan on training this guy properly. I suspect within a few weeks, he will be turning me into fucktard with his cock. I am looking forward to ruining my holes with a huge cock again. It's been a while since I have been made unusable by a large dick. Too long if you ask me.
I have guests. It makes it hard to get my guts filled with cum when guests are around. But where there is a will, there is a way. And I found a way. It was tough but I got my insides rearranged and my brain scrambled by Shane yesterday. Shane, on the other hand, got his dick wet and his balls deflated by transferring the jizz out of his testicles and pumping it into me. Wildly uneven trade in my favor if you ask me. I got to sit around and talk with my house guests with Shane’s cum swimming around inside of me, slowly making its way out into my jeans, leaving a wet spot I had to hide. Some people think cum is a pain to deal with…I wish I could get gallons of it pumped into me and drip all day long. I’m being serious, not just trying to act like little Mrs. Porn Star. Just look at the size of my clit after Shane slipped his dick in my hole and made me cum like a fire hydrant. It is enormous, hard as a rock, and ready to be destroyed all over again by a hard cock. Why? Because cum keeps dripping out of me, and that turns me on to the point of frustration. Yes, I rubbed one out at midnight last night, as quietly as I could while thinking about being bent over and Shane’s cock buried in my guts, filling my insides with his sperm. Boom, another fantastic orgasm…thanks to Shane’s lingering sperm drip.
Serious question: how does anyone, guy or girl, not masturbate? How is that humanly possible? I rub one out, and I hate to admit this because pretty much any day I don’t get a dick stuffed in my guts I’m smashing my clit with a vibrator. And still, people on here always ask me if I get horny like it’s some kind of anomaly if I do. Of course, I do. Who doesn't? And if they don't get horny, then they need to see someone and get that fixed. I often hear about guys who can't get laid by their wives or girlfriends. What's my answer? Dump em. Immediately. And I do mean like right away. If you don't, then I don't want to hear complaints. Have fun with five-minute sex on the last Sunday of every other month if you even get that. And it's not just women who dry up sexually. So do guys. I know a few. Don't bring up my husband. He chose his path, and sexually, he is right where he wants to be. I’m rough on him but we talk and I know where his limits are and we haven’t reached them yet. This video I posted shows just a small amount of the cuck anxiety I like to put him through!
I was asked why I didn’t swipe right on someone's Tinder profile. I said there were probably a multitude of reasons why I wouldn’t swipe right, but I couldn’t tell him because I swiped left. Therefore, his profile was sent to the depths of the deep brown Tinder-dumping sea. In other words, I have no idea why because I had no idea who he was. So, he sent me all the pics he posted on Tinder. And…there it was. Though not a bad-looking guy, the first pic he had was him flipping me, or whoever was looking at his pic, the middle finger. Instant swipe left. No questions asked. I'm not sure what “cool” person deemed flipping people off in a photograph “cool,” …, but for me, it’s awkwardly cringy to the point I have to question their judgment abilities. Then, every picture after that, and there are 5 of them, he is flipping me off in one more, and all the rest have some hip gang finger sign prominently displayed. Additionally, in every picture, he is wearing a hat. This is probably because he is losing his hair, or maybe he thinks he looks sexy in a hat. He doesn’t. And I don’t care about hair on a guy. I want to see what you look like without a “hide my hair or lack thereof” hat. What could he have done better? Easy, take 5 pics, no flipping people off, no infantile “look at me, I’m cool” finger signs, and without the hat. Got a body? Take a few with your shirt off. Don’t have a body? Then, dress appropriately. Don’t stick your tongue out. Please don’t show me the fish you caught. And for fuck’s sake, don’t edit and glamourize your photos…it makes me think you want to dick more than you want pussy. Take 5 good pics of just you. I know you have a phone that takes pics. You can’t be on Tinder any other way. I am not on Tinder for a life partner, so I couldn't care less about your job, career, life goals, pets, hobbies, or anything other than “Would I spread my legs for this man.” They have different sites for finding the love of your life. I’m simply looking for the dick of the week.
Do I have any standing Creampie videos? Sure I do. Here's a clip. I remember fucking this guy in a hotel room, and when he tried to pull out, I begged him not to. He complied and greased my insides with his jizz. Standing creampies are basically reality porn because, in the end, after getting a load pumped in my guts, what goes in must cum out. I'll never forget being loaded up deep with cum from a guy I really liked and then somewhat being in a rush to stand up to get dressed and such, and a long string of his cum was hanging from my pussy and stuck on my thigh...and he apologized for doing that to me! Apologize? I should be thanking him for leaving a part of himself inside me. That's a tremendous gift, and the drooling out of me afterward is the best part. Call me weird, call me deranged, but I like what I like
Jake took care of my "Feed my need to breed" today. I like saying that because it's true. Unless you know what it feels like to feel a man's cock twitch and pump sperm into your body…you just don't know the massive gratification it brings me. Feeling a man's cum grease my insides and continuously leak out for hours afterward is one of my great pleasures in life. I often masturbate thinking of how Jake left a pile of steaming sperm in my guts trying to grow a baby. I wish his jizz could find its mark because, for some odd reason, the thought of getting a kid pumped into me makes me wet as hell. I can't tell you why it does. It just does. I think all women have a "Need to Breed." I really do. It is one of life's great pleasures to feel sperm being pumped into me. Eating jizz is great. Seeing it hit my tits is fun, but for me, nothing beats the feeling of having a man pleasure himself in my guts with his dick to the point he loses control and pours his sperm into me. Wanting to feel the warm cum coating my insides must be instinctual. I wake up thinking about it. I see a man in a store, and I wonder how his cum would feel deep inside of me. I believe all women have this desire. I really do. I also think many women refuse to acknowledge it as if it's some kind of weakness. I find it to be anything but. It's empowering. Though not my thing, many guys can be controlled by allowing them to breed me…they will do anything to do it again. So, yes, opening my leg and allowing men to breed me properly is empowering in multiple ways. Even better, I cum so hard I could care less about who has or doesn't have the "power." I think it's a win-win for everyone. And I am more than delighted to be spending the evening with a ruined pussy drooling thick sperm all night long…I really am.
Man, I have the urge to play “Now you see it. Now you don’t” with a dick today. I can almost feel it sliding up in me just thinking about it. It’s like an itch that only the head of a hard cock is going to scratch deep in my guts. I’m sure you know what I mean. I think both men and women have the same urges, just different body parts to satisfy those urges. What got me going? I was talking to someone about a TV show I used to watch called “Cat House” on HBO. It’s about legal brothels in Nevada. I credit that show with ending a marriage and giving me the most extraordinary career I never knew I needed. The marriage ended because he didn’t like the idea of his wife being a ho. Well, it ended because I couldn’t stop wanting to be one. I had to try it. And I did, and that ended the marriage and started me down a 21-year career path that left me with only one regret. I didn’t start sooner. In 21 years, I never had anything bad happen. Nothing. There were some people I wouldn’t see again, but not many. I credit my success to not drinking or taking anything that alters the mind. I saw mass amounts of people fail at this career, and 99 times out of 100, it was substance abuse. I’m rambling. Anyway, the thought of all those years, which I have been retired from for what feels like ages now, just got me fired up and in the mood for dick. Now I just have to find one.
Saturday, Jake came to the house and picked me up. For me, it’s not even a thing for Jake to show up and whisk me away, leaving my husband home alone. We had a discussion before Jake showed up. I reassured Scott that I cared for him and I meant it. I also mentioned that I cared for Jake more than I did for him. So, I warned him not to make me choose. He got the point. Is that true? Do I care for Jake more than Scott? Probably. But again, as I have said a thousand times before, only because it plays into the sexual narrative I thrive on. Maybe this will explain it better. Having just Jake wouldn’t work. I need Scott to complete the circle. That will one day be the downfall of Jake. But not Saturday night. Jake and I went to dinner just like a regular couple, held hands, kissed, talked, and then he took me to his place and pumped sperm in my guts all night long. The term “made love” might be more accurate. I bet his dick was inside me for at least 2 solid hours total. It was a good night. He spent the entire evening working on my clit and, surprisingly, my asshole as well. Yes, for the first time, Jake tongued my asshole. And I mean, he sunk his tongue deep. And if you wanted to know, I have a special place in my heart for men who will tongue my ass. I fingered myself while he worked his magic in my ass with his tongue. At first, being my ass was a bit tight, he could only get the tip in, but then he used his fingers to stretch my asshole out, and when he got it good and loose, his tongue slipped right in. Could I have cum? Absolutely. Did I? No, I purposely held back, thinking he would replace his tongue with his dick in my colon. He did not, his dick went straight to my pussy, and his thumb replaced his tongue. I could feel the head of his dick rubbing across his thumb…making a little speed bump in my guts every time it slipped across. Did I cum? Yes. A turn-your-brain-off orgasm is what happened. For like a minute. I think what made it so intense and so long was Jake’s balls let his cum loose in my pussy while I was cumming, and I could feel his dick pumping jizz because his thumb was applying pressure to his dick as he came. When his dick slipped out, I was just finishing up my orgasm, and I felt his cum sliding down my thigh…and that gave me another mini orgasm prolonging my huge one. It was insanity. That is how I would describe the intensity of my orgasm. I will say it was the strongest, longest cum I have ever had. I fear it was so good I will be chasing a repeat for a very long time if not forever. I hope not, but if so, it will be worth the effort.
We did fuck again later that night. Missionary, very sensual. So sensual it’s hard to call it fucking. He came before I did, and with my legs spread and wrapped around his hips, I pulled him in deep so I could feel the warmth of his sperm deep in my belly. When he pulled out, I used my fingers and his cum to lube my clit and rubbed myself off while he watched. It was a decent cum I’m sure. Nothing I really remember other than I know I did cum. My first orgasm massively overshadowed it, but who cares? Any cum is a good cum. I’m just saying.
Got my box all wet and sloppy by sending Scott off to work, all bent out of shape and dejected. I was supposed to go out with him tonight, as Fridays are like our date night, but I canceled with Scott to go out with Jake. Scott got upset about me choosing Jake over himself, but that only turned me on. I explained that I knew that Fridays were supposed to be just for us, but Jake wants me to go out with him, and he’s my number one now, I’ll always choose him over you. The look on his face made my pussy drool…, and I’m still wet just thinking about it. Off to work he went having to think about how I have chosen another man over him. Is it bad that I want him to think about me enjoying myself with Jake, slowly pushing him further out the door as Jake and I take our relationship to the next level? Do I feel bad about the stress and angst I placed on Scott? No, and I want to add even more. This is what being a cuck is all about, and every time he shows me something stings, I just want to do it more. It has made my sex life so explosive there is no way I can turn back, which is bad news for Scott…or is it? I know he’s jerking off. I wonder if the fear of losing me makes his orgasms even more intense. I bet it does. If so, he should thank me for reducing him from husband to just some guy who hangs around. Man, life is good…at least it is for me. As for Scott, this is what he asked for years ago when we started dating…so as the saying goes, be careful what you wish for. I may just give it to you in more ways than one.
do you know how I can tell that I had a massive orgasm? Just look at the size of my clit. it gets massive just like it is in this video. That’s how you can tell. I was properly fucked. But by who you may be asking? It was Jake. He came over for a few hours today and spent most of it with his dick in my guts. He pumped a pretty big load of sperm into me, but I was already cummed out by the time he did. Two or three minutes after he pumped a load of jizz in my guts he was out the door on his way home and left me with one request. Have Scott eat it out of me. I can’t deny Jake anything so Scott was eating a slimy pileof Jake's cum for dinner. it’s really all he’s good for anymore.
Jake picked me up at my house on Friday. Scott had to watch me walk out the door and watch another man hold the door open for me as I climbed in with a short skirt and my pussy probably peeking out. I hope it was! The best part was making out with Jake in the driveway, knowing Scott was watching me. With Jake's tongue in my mouth and hand on my thigh inching up, finding my clit…I pulled his dick out and stroked him. I told Jake I wanted Scott to know he was now the man I wanted, and Scott had turned into a third wheel. As soon as I said it, Jake pumped sperm all over my hand in my driveway. I licked it clean and then bent over and cleaned the rest of his sperm off his dick and pants. That started my whole evening off right…watching Scott watch me leave with Jake's cum in my belly left my clit hard as a rock, and I couldn't get the image of it out of my mind all night long…which kept me wet and ready. Jake was fantastic. When we got to his place, we goofed around a bit until I asked him to make me cum. He was more than ready and pumped my asshole for 30 minutes and left me cum braindead. I ended up on my belly with jizz leaking out of my asshole. I don't think I could have asked for a better fuck, to be honest. But after we went out and got back to his place, he slipped his dick inside of me, fucked me till all I could do was lie there and take the massive orgasms he was giving me. He fucked me so stupid I couldn't get up. So I spent the night. When I woke up, I woke his dick up and sucked another load out of his testicles. Then, against his wishes, I had him take me home. Not before Jake and I had a long talk about our relationship. Scott was in for a massive surprise. I'll tell you about it when I wrap my mind around it.
Friday is here. Hopefully, I will be feeling Jake, or even Shane’s, cum swimming around in my body by the end of the night. I prefer Jake. He makes me cum so hard that my brain shuts off. Plus, he has a way of fucking my asshole so good that I now prefer it to regular sex. The orgasm I get when his dick is buried in my colon is out of this world, almost indescribable. I hate to say it, but the last time Shane was fucking me, I was thinking about Jake widening my asshole out, and that made me cum. I’m not so sure Shane would be to happy to hear that. It is what it is, though. Would I care if Shane or even Jake was thinking about someone else when they were fucking me? No, not really. I’d be bothered if they didn’t share it with me. Not sharing it leaves me out of the fantasy…and I want to be part of it even if I’m not. So should I tell Shane I think about Jake when we fuck? No. He would assume he isn’t good enough…which he absolutely is. I feel like with a little more time, his dick will only get better and catch up to Jake, if not pass him by. But still, it would put a damper on our fuck sessions. Most guys have a fragile ego about their dick and sex. But Scott, not only could I tell him, I do tell him, and his dick gets harder. I tell Scott, and he knows that I mean it, that I would rather be with Jake than with him, and his dick grows hard immediately. It’s not the only thing I love about Scott, but it’s one of the reasons I do.
I did get tit fucked by Jake the other night. It was fun. Changed things up a bit. He seemed to like it. He came buckets of cum, so it couldn’t have been that bad. I had to wash my hair because he spermed it down good when he emptied his balls all over my chest, face, and hair. It made me laugh. I tried to catch it in my mouth, and no one drop of cum landed there. But it found its way up my nose, on my chin, and in my hair. I tried to suck the head of his cock after he came to get the rest of the cum that seems to get stuck in dicks after you guys cum, but when his dick hit my lips, he started jerking around and said it was too sensitive. So, technically, I went cum free as far as getting it pumped inside of me in one hole or another. I’ll get what’s due to me next time. Shane is up next…he will feed me for sure.
So, after the last job interview, I got the job. I made the guy blush several times. I had lots of cleavage, and I flexed my tits several times when I noticed him looking at them. I can’t say for sure but I bet he had a hard dick the entire time. Honestly, I didn’t think he would hire me…but he did. But I didn’t take it. I declined by saying I had just accepted another position with someone else. Why? They actually need someone. It’s a serious position, and I’m not a serious employee. It’s hard to be serious about company operations when the real reason I’m there is to find a set of testicles to empty by way of sucking them dry from the head of the dick attached to them. Putting me in the position they want to hire me for would be the same thing as letting the morons run the show. It would be a bad idea. We already have an epidemic of putting vastly under qualified morons in charge in this country simply to be nice and politically correct. It’s obviously not working out in any way, shape, or form. I’m not saying I’m an idiot, but I am not qualified for this job for several reasons. The most obvious is I don’t want the job. I want social interaction for sexually selfish reasons only. The next glaring reason is even I know I’m vastly underqualified in knowledge about dispatch operations. I was offered the job for several reasons. Cleavage, sexual banter, and perfectly timed smiles… all of which I’m very okay with. I just don’t want to mess with people’s livelihood because I have no real interest in the job itself…just specific employees…the ones with dicks between their legs that would be willing to put said dick between my legs. So, I said no. I envision myself being someone who answers a phone now and then and spends the rest of my time sexually harassing the rest of the employees. I never thought I’d get offered an 80k-a-year job. Yet, here we are…an 80k-a-year offer but an already declined offer. Sure, the money would have been nice, but as bad as this sounds, dick is more important to me than cash. Do I think my tits, sexual innuendos, and strategically placed smiles got me the offer? Yes. Is it right? For the sake of the company, no. For the sake of getting your dick sucked…it would be very correct. But then again, who knows, maybe I was the only one who applied. So you know, the guy who hired me would not have gotten his dick sucked. I wasn’t interested in him. Some of the other people walking around while I was in the office…they would go home with a smile on their face if I had my way.
Scott shot a good rope of cum for me. Yes, he ate it, but we had a tech problem, as he thought he would hold the camera and video it when that was my job. By the time he was done, he had finished eating his jizz, and the video was kaputz as far as watching him do it. Don't worry, he'll do it properly and soon! It's funny how fast I can make Scott cum. If I want him to cum in 30 seconds, I can. If I want him to cum in 2 hours, I will. Sometimes I make him wait so long he complains his dick hurts afterward from being hard so long. Poor baby.
Funny story that makes me wet. Scott had a “valve stem” failure on his tire and had to take his truck to where Shane works to get it covered under warranty. Shane was at the desk when Scott walked in. Scott had to tell the thirty-something-year-old man that is pumping sperm into his wife’s body how he could help him. Just the thought of Scott having to face Shane, knowing how I feel about him, and how many times I have begged Shane to breed me makes my pussy drool. Scott would not tell me any details, which I found unfair. I always share the details of how Shane slips his dick inside of me. Scott could at least tell me all the humiliating details of having to face Shane and all the other employees who absolutely know I am sucking the cum out of Shane’s testicles as often as he will let me. But not to worry, I simply called Shane and got the scoop. Shane said he could see Scott was uncomfortable having to be there. A couple of guys started laughing, and he said that made Scott extremely uncomfortable. Shane said he took Scott’s keys, replaced the valve stems while he waited, and when he handed the keys back, he said, “Tell Brooke I’ll call her later today for me.” He said Scott just left without saying anything. I masturbated during the entire phone call, and after we hung up…I got myself off hard. I mean hard. I love a good mental cum. They are the strongest and longest of orgasms. I get that mental picture in my head of Scott being shrunk into a whining troll by the man whose dick I have chosen to fill my holes with, and it just pushes me over the edge. It also makes me want to run right out and fill my belly with Shane’s cum for being so perfect. I wish I could, but he is tied up tonight. Maybe tomorrow, though. It is all good. I had an amazing orgasm that will hold me over.
