October 6 in Destin
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Posted:Oct 6, 2021 6:14 am
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2021 12:27 am 5147 Views
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A day off at home...love to hookup, no questions or caveats. Need cocks to serve, My place your place, or.... ? Leave your condom at home. BBC preferred, but no one refused.
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September Update
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Posted:Oct 4, 2021 5:49 am
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2021 5:52 am 5067 Views
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It’s been a while since I posted, but September was an amazing month for business and cock! Thanks to a couple of gangbangs and great groups in Nashville my journal tally is 1, never enough, but not bad for an old slut 😊
My website hopefully will be live by December. It will be free for those that I have seen, and a subscription for others. Lots of videos, photos, a calendar for easier hookups, and live streams for private requests.
Thanks for the messages on my first triple anal which was live streamed. For those that missed it will be posted on the website. This was the most intense anal use I had ever experienced, with full speculum opening, fisting and anal dilation, dp, dvp, dap and then triple anal. It happened while on an extended visit in Nashville and my thanks to Kyle, Gerald and Sampson for their cooperation and diligence in fulfilling my desire.
Their cocks were amazing 8 1/2, 9, 9.25, never soft, and they worked together to bury all three deep into my ass... it’s harder than it sounds believe me😊. The feeling is beyond imagination, with the conflicting senses of pain, pleasure...that equals bliss.
They came near simultaneously resulting in my most intense orgasm ever....as requested their multi day loads combined to fill my ass totally with their collective sperm overflowing.
My convulsive orgasms resulted in full anal prolapse with a cum covered rosebud! Its an hour and 9 minutes of total ass destruction.
Also, my 27 man open door gangbang which happened in Palm Beach will also be added to the video inventory. Thanks to those of you who saw my post and attended. I enjoy anonymous bare back use and open door always is so exciting to me...unpredictable and spontaneous. Black, white, fit, fat, tiny or large, every cock taken without question and only a sincere thank you for each load of semen received...every hole the recipient of the coveted sperm. The four hour event has been edited to 1:49, but all 41 cum shots are captured.
Travel for October includes a few days in Orlando, New York, Chattanooga and Ft Lauderdale....and yes a few days of solitude. Thanks to all ❤️💋
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Nashville Sept 23-26
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Posted:Sep 23, 2021 5:31 am
Last Updated:Oct 23, 2021 5:30 am 2707 Views
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In town for a few days business..ld love some black cock serve..better yet black cocks serve. Hotel near Vandy, but can travel. Message me meet.
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My Acknowledgement
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Posted:Sep 14, 2021 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2022 9:03 am 2186 Views
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My Acknowledgement
I am an insatiable slut. I live the life always, am addicted to cock and seek to use my body continuously to provide pleasure to men. I seek nothing, other than a man's moans of uncontrolled ecstasy, the feel of cock convulsing and pulsing deep inside, and then being flooded by uncontrolled streams of hot cum.
I have evolved, from bad girl in school, escort, street , performer in private sex clubs...I haven chosen consciously for the life I now lead, embrace and love. I have a singular goal...an unapologetic, open, and continual slut...not on Tuesdays, or the weekend....I live the life every day, I take strange cock daily...sometimes 1...sometimes 20. When I leave in the morning...my only purpose is fulfillment and recognition as a slut.
Encouraged by a loving husband who appreciates, honors and respects my desires,
and enjoys me taking as much cock as possible....our home is a revolving door of men....and I am not limited or constrained in any way.
I always dress in a manner that communicates that I am a slut and that I am available to be used for any man's pleasure. I tolerate public comment, stares, and attention generated from my public exhibition and indecency and never change my attire, or message of my purpose, regardless of location, time of day or social settin
I do not discriminate on those that I offer myself to. I am available to young, old, black, white, fit or fat. I am available to all....the essence of my commitment is never to say no.
All my holes are freely offered. I do not limit access, with mouth, cunt and ass to be freely used based upon the desires of the man.
I take cock bareback only. To profess to be a slut and then require an artificial barrier between me and a man is counter to my purpose. I accept the risk freely as my addiction to cum is not controllable.
Only when a man's usage of me provides such pleasure that he fills the hole
that he has chosen with his precious cum have I established any value as a slut. Being filled with cum from nameless men is the only currency of value to me. It is the only metric of my worth.
I do not limit the number of men I am with in a day. I freely satisfy all who need me...tirelessly...each as if they were the only man in existence.
I do not require a special setting or appointment...a public restroom, the front seat of a car, or the back row in an a cinema are perfect venues to be used.
I do anything to add pleasure for a man, fulfill a desire or fantasy, and always prove my role as a slut.
I frequent locales where there are numbers of men to use me...adult books stores, sex clubs. Being locked in a booth for hours, on my knees, sucking strange cock and swallowing the cum of many is my highest and best use.
As well as fulfilling requests for gang bangs by men I meet, I advertise in search of groups to please. To satisfy multiple cocks at once, to be stretched, gapped, to overflow cum from all holes, while being watched by many, and knowing that my body drained every cock offered with out question defines me as a slut.
I begin 2020 having received the sperm of nearly 7000 unknown men and I seek 1000 more this year.
While my future is uncertain and perhaps concerning, I have no other desire than to continue, to perfect my skills, to increase the pleasure I can offer, the numbers I can please and each day earn, prove and justify the title of slut.
I have reconciled myself to the shame, reputation and isolation which is a natural occurrence and reaction...but it is my decision...I'm comfortable, proud and insatiable.
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My greatest Honor...Bred by BBC
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Posted:Sep 14, 2021 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2021 8:22 pm 1959 Views
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I was intimidated by the possibilities, but knew i must be bred...I must prove my dedication, my willingness and openness ... was a very intense experience...and has had a confusing effect on me. Quantitatively the statistics reveal only the most simplistic of details:
26 men black men
9:30 hours
34 loads of black sperm pumped into me.
But the psychological effects are much more complicated, hard to express, and haunting. The intent of stripping away my personality and reducing me to a helpless mindless animal with the only purpose to receive an endless supply of unknown cock was achieved. In retrospect, this is a daunting vision which continually flashes through my mind.
The ultimate submissive act...I think yes...Helplessly restrained, blindfolded, gagged, and with legs held apart by a metal contraption designed specifically to allow access to my hole to be never limited.
My demure freshly waxed pussy..violated, and defiled....used relentlessly and pounded. The seed of the man before dripping from me, awaiting the next and the next and the next until it gapes, is dilated and destroyed....swollen, open, disfigured but exposed for all to see. The thick sperm jam overflowing....my inner thighs a mixture of many and my torso a reservoir for the residue....and I lay helpless, awaiting the next.
And them I ponder an even more conflicted realization...that this animal ritual is to breed me...a white middle aged woman married to an older white man...scheduling planning and timing an event to coincide with ovulation...choosing only the largest cocks To be found, to split me, fill me...anonymous, faceless, nameless men, all to provide evidence to the world that I am a black cock ....and to be able to say..." I don't know who the father is" ...as if this was a special merit badge on my Cumslut curriculum.
As the hours proceed, even in my sense deprived incarceration...each cock feels unique...and the motions, movements and pace... a private expression of each of my potential impregnators. As they cum one by one deep into me, my own orgasm is uncontrolled as the shoot their seed...oh how I want to wrap my legs tightly around their body, my arms across their back...to open my mouth, to interlace our tongues at the moment of release...but I cannot. ...forbidden by design from closeness and passion.
As the final hour nears...I am nearly unconscious...having taken them all, but now near exhaustion. ....as the last man empties and quietly shuts the door without a word. I lay privately alone ....contemplative...questioning..."am I sick, depraved or insane" ...will I be ashamed one day...sorry...or is it the culmination of a journey...a graduation.....
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Earn a Reputation
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Posted:Sep 14, 2021 7:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:37 am 1973 Views
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I am honored to requested by many Doms throughout the year...different locales, different demands, different expectations…quiet solo times, devoted to taboo… bondage, beating and batterment, street use or sexual enslavement… each I crave and find addicting.
I have served “Snake” on 4 occasions…we are not friends, and our relationship is purely one of sexual dominance and submission. We speak little, but he owns me totally...he shreds my ego and strips the trapping of my affluence. He denies my sophistication… all meaningless to him.…he exposes me to my core, and rids me of the pretense that I am anything special…and yet I'm drawn to his supremacy.
I arrived Thursday at 9:30PM and without a word he lead me to the room that I knew would be my cell for my service. The antithesis of my life…a small windowless room…with a concrete floor and an uncovered double mattress…it had not changed other than the addition of more cum stains, cunt drippings and piss from those who have served during my absence. A single bare light bulb casts a dreary shadow.
“Strip slut” were his only words…and nervously like an intimidated school girl I undressed before him…my Hermes scarf and Armani suit from the board room now tossed in the dirty corner, now nothing more than rags to wipe his sweating balls. I slipped my panties down my ankles and over my pumps...naked before him.. I trembled. He attached a slut collar around my neck…cheap, tacky from a mail order company that sells scented lubes, cock rings and butt plugs. "Cum Slut"
He grabbed my neck and crudely jammed two large fingers in my pussy which was embarrassingly wet and dilated…my transformation already had begun. As he tightened his choke on my neck he spit in my face…then commanded “open your mouth cunt” and deposited a large wad of spit into my mouth.
Soon my lips were on the tip of his curved 9 inch cock…jet black, heavily veined, and totally shaved…and I realized he again owned me. I rubbed my hands on his cut abdomen and chest as I tasted the cock I had craved for months. I felt honored by his use and attention even if I'm nothing more than his temporary cock receptacle.
His intense thrusts were immediate, jamming his cock to the back of my throat...and holding with force until he pushed further and I took him. I choked, gaged and covered his shaft with throat juice as I ejected his cock to breath. I gasped for air as he drove his cock harder and deeper, grabbing the back of head as he brutally face fucked me. He threw me on the mattress and pile drove his cock deeper...again and again until I puked covering my face and his shaft. Not content until his balls were pressed against my lips. I puked again and instinctively sat up to catch my breath and try to recover. Degraded, disgraced, destroyed and humiliated.
He held my throat supporting his weight as his long fingers slipped in to my soaked open cunt...rapidly finger fucking me none stop, slowing only momentarily to add another finger. He quickened his pace, 4 fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing my clit. My thighs began to spasm and lose muscle control, my back arched and body convulsed as I squirted again and again until puddles of my essence covered the floor.
He gabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my knees. "Lick it up slut". He pushed my head to the cement and used my face as a mop to clean my still warm fluids from the filthy floor. Smearing my face as my tongue cleaned, swallowing my cum.
I started to cry.
He pushed me to the mattress and pinned my hands down and entered me. The size and curve of his cock taking my breath away. I took him all the way from his first insertion. He fucked me like a machine, continually, constant rhythm, forcibly. He lowered his mouth to mine and our tongues interlaced in a sloppy animal exchange of spit. I came almost continually from his intensity...the ebb and flow of non stop orgasm that occur rarely and only when my emotional and physical desires cross.
A simple missionary fuck, too good to stop. Our bodies dripped in sweat as his rhythm changed...fast, sporadic, deep, slow...I knew he was close. I arched my back to meet each of his thrusts. His final thrusts with incredible force, as he unloaded at max penetration...his cock tight in my pussy as I felt him pulse..1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...ribbons of his sperm...and then motionless silence, after glow.
He withdrew...his cock slimed in our cum cocktail. His cum the thickness of preserves drained from me, my pussy gapped open, beet red in color, my cunt lips swollen.
He snapped a single picture of me. Without a word he left and shut the door. My welcome completed, I was now his owned slut awaiting to be used as his Fuck toy, slut, .
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Craving Exposure as a Slut
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Posted:Sep 14, 2021 7:15 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2021 5:28 am 1965 Views
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My intense desire, and need to be recognized as a true slut started to become uncontrollable. Although challenged and urged on by my husband The exact genesis of this need is unknown but increased exponentially as I reached my later 30s.
Perhaps irrational, but nonetheless always on my mind, and becoming more dominate and controlling each day....the need to be openly recognized a a sexual object and sexual object only, to be know as easy, insatiable, and without limits...to allow my self to be used by anyone....to openingly advertise my needs, urges, and willingness...to be stared at...to take foolish risks... The drive finally eclipsed my ability to use restraint...and i resolved that this is my essence...and I will dedicate my self to the animal urges and will take the consequences as a choice in my life.
As I lay, I resolved that the tensions could no longer be contained.
I needed to fulfill the internal burn a true freak cannot ignore. As I rose I contemplated what actions might provide a short term release.
I carefully chose my wardrobe for the day...something that would without question advertise my wanton needs....I selected my gang of divas low rise camo cutoffs...sitting 7 inches below my navel, and with a length of just 4.5 inches, I was excited by how I looked. My tight ass cheeks were clearly visible from the extreme v-cut of the rear my shorts. My lean tummy was tanned, with my muscular abs ripped from countless gym days in preparation for the day that I knew would inevitably come.
I chose a sheer men's tank top undershirt...which I had previously cut to the perfect size just as a tease which I modeled in the privacy of my room. I cut it just so the bottom of my small erect breasts were just barely covered...9 inches in total length. The top's sheerness and tightness clearly showed my nipples as well as the contours of my small tits.
For shoes, I chose my favorite Nelly Bernal 7 heels...with 2 inch platforms. The extreme height tightened and stretched my calves.
I pulled my hair up straight up on top of my head....and used a laced leather hair collar to hold it high, tight, and extreme! My makeup was next, shadow, eyeliner....dark,and intense.....And deep burgundy lips...My two inch leather collar choked my neck and my silver wrist collar completed my presence. ....
I then walked to the mirror and carefully reviewed my presence...I shook, became breathless, and started to perspire...I was the realization of the vision I had had in my mind, in my dreams, and fantasy...I finished by rubbing a light sheen of oil on my legs...they glistened. As I made my final adjustments...I realized I was essentially almost nude...with tall tan oiled legs, interrupted by a small patch of cloth...then a tight and lean torso with a sheer strip covering only my tits...but could I do it...could I fulfill my need...yes...I must! I grabbed my small black leather clutch and headed to the front door before I lost my drive and courage.
As I left our condo ... I paused...I did not want to be seen...what would I say to my neighbors... no today I did want to be seen...I quickly got into the car....I drove to the Seminole Town Center in eastern Orlando.
As I drove the short 20 minutes to the mall...I questioned myself again...but i now knew I would not turn back...I would take this first step on my desired journey. I arrived at the mall....and found a parking spot...I then hesitated...pondered, considered...and then on impulse...opened the car door...stood in my most erect posture, with head high and walked into the busy mall....
As I opened the door to the entrance to the mall....I was immediately conscious of all eyes on me...I strutted to escalator and rode to the bottom floor...My goal was to was to walk both floors of the mall completely...then to sit casually, legs crossed on a bench in the center of the mall..as I walked down the main floor....I smiled openingly at all those who looked....the reaction was varied...some in-lust, some in amazement and some in disgust...but this was to expected...this is the reaction to a true slut...this was the new me, a choice I had made....to admit I was only about sex, that I was proud about it! ....from this day forward I would never hide it again. As I walked, all the eyes focused directly on me...I could feel my nipples become erect, my pussy moisten...my breath shorten..I was finally being who I really was...this was me! I loved it...I had made my first step.
I headed to the food court....which was filled with holiday shoppers...I paused for coffee, and sat...watched, and was watched...when some one looked at me...I looked then straight in the eyes...I never looked away as if to show shyness...no I stared back...my eyes acknowledged back....yes I am a slut....
Soon I attracted a shy man in his early 20's. He was obviously perplexed short of words.,I opened the conversation...hi! We exchanged small talked...meaningless nervous chatter....feeling that I must now progress and fulfill my purpose...I leaned over and whispered...."I need to feel your cock in my mouth" ....without any acknowledgement from him, I stood up grabbed his hand and started walking...
As I strutted to the exit door....I felt like a street ...I relished in it...and again was proud. My public performance had me aroused beyond logic...I can only reason that everyone has a deep fantasy that is special to them...and this was mine. My inhibitions were now lessened, and my raging libido took over and directed my actions ...I was experiencing an emancipation of freedom, lust and openness. I felt strong powerful and yes nasty. I felt that this was who I really was...
We rushed to my car and this stranger who I had known for 4 minutes was now in the passenger seat. I said not a word as I struggled with my long black nails to unzip him.
Once unzipped I wrapped my hand around his quickly engorging cock. My mind whirled as the dirty slut performance I had dreamed of, read of and rehearsed mentally 100's of times was now real. Yes the sloppiest blow job is what I wanted.
I brought my lips just inches from his now erect cock,and slowly drooled a long and thick string of saliva on the head of his dick....it overflowing over my hands and fingers. I massaged his cock and spit on him again as I rubbed my spit along his now
trembling cock.
I lowered my lips and just as I had practiced so many times in my mind and with inanimate objects, pressed his cock to the back of my throat...I held him there, and then with steady thrust, and a quick gag, his cock passed into my throat...and my lips pressed against his swollen sack. My throat burned, my eyes welled with tears, and my ability to breathe became restricted...but I wanted to hold it until I could no longer do so....as I felt the coming gag and choke reflex rise...I held it until my natural throat reflexes ejected him uncontrollably from my throat...I gasped for air...and then spit back a mouth full of throat juice which drenched his cock....
I regained my breathe and repeated engulfing him totally...again I held him in my throat....I was a slut animal now reduced to sexual instinct. Dazzed, out of control, unfiltered. Again I choked and withdrew.
I continued jacking his cock as I gasped for breath...but my insatiable lust was all to soon to be temporarily quenched as I heard the moans of a building orgasam...."I m cumming" he muttered...I screamed, "in my mouth...in my mouth" ...I quickly encircled his cock as the first jerk and spray of his thick cum erupted into my hungry throat....another spurt and then a third...my mouth ballooned to contain his sperm...warm, salty.....I opened my filled mouth and mumbled..."god so fucking good"
I felt the goose bumps begin at the small of my back and travel up my spine...I convulsed as the stress and tension resided.
As I looked my new acquaintance directly in the eyes...I swallowed...
Our most intimate expressions soon turned to awkwardness...I simply said thank you, thank you. As quickly as it started...it was over...he disappeared across the parking lot.
As I started my car, I noted it had been only 45 minutes since I first walked into the mall. As I made the short drive home...the taste of cum remained in my mouth...my hair was messed, I was dripping in sweat with remnants of cum and saliva on my face a corners of my lips....my sheer little top stained with unidentifiable bodily fluids...
As I looked into the rear view mirror at my used self...I whispered "beautiful" and I knew that my essence and future life has been demonstrably changed...I knew I had changed....and I could never go back...
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