I went to lunch and ordered a wrap, but I ended up getting a belly full of sperm as well. Jake was a good date partner today. He wasn’t nearly as uppity as I thought he might be, and he wasn’t shy at all. I had to make the first move, but once I did, his fingers were buried in my pussy while I stroked his cock under the table. He asked me if I even cared to get to know him personally. I said I have my own ways of getting to know someone. I think he thought I was one of those ding dongs that throw sex around to keep a guy interested. He found out real quickly I’m one of those girls who you better be breeding properly, or she will be the one losing interest…and fast. So, if he was looking for a meaningful romantic first date…he would be sorely disappointed unless he considered his dick pumping sperm down my throat romantic. Look, now that we have gotten the sex out of the way…we can get to know each other. I don’t want to waste time on guys who aren’t going to cut it in the sack, so I like to fuck first, date later. Keeps things kosher, if you know what I mean. Jake made the cut. He doesn’t have a David dick or a Rob dick but I’d say 7 inches and pretty thick. He does have this incredibly manly presence about him that just makes my pussy drool for his jizz. I can see us spending some serious time together. If he wants to, that is. I think he does. I’ll shortly. See how he responds if and when he does. Who knows, maybe it was a hit-it-and-quit-it thing for him today. I doubt it…but one never really knows until that dick is in her guts the second time around. Hope it works out for me. I’d really like to get to know him now that I have gotten the sex check out of the way. I think he’d be a perfect non-bull but still a bull threat to Scott. What I mean is I doubt he’s into the kinky shit I’m into, but as long as he’s a good fuck and looks as good as he does…he can breed my holes anytime he wants. Here’s a weird thought. He seems like a good guy to go on a vacation with. Don’t know why I thought about that, I just did. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be on a tropical island drinking a Mai Tai and taking his dick while Scott sits at home agonizing over where in the world I might be. Damm…that sounds like fun!
I have a date in 2 hours with a Navy Seal. I want to suck his cock so badly, but I think this guy wants to do the whole “Let’s get to know each other” thing first. I get the feeling he’s looking for a relationship, which is fine if it’s a casual type of thing. I would love to date this guy. I would love to go to Scott and tell him I think I have found a guy I will date for real. I think he knows this day is cumming. I don’t want to get too hot and heavy, and I need to see how this man's dick performs under fire before we really move forward. I could care less how great a person he is if his dick is a dud. I don’t need another great guy with a dud dick. I have Scott for that. I need a great guy with a perfect dick who doesn’t get tired of me slipping my hand in his pants where ever we might be. You would be shocked how many guys push my hand away under the table at restoraunts or even in the car. It makes me pout when they do. It’s not my fault they have a dick, and I have this incredible need to touch it. Rob is good for that. He lets me do whatever I want with his cock where ever we may be in front of whoever may be there. No questions asked. Hopefully, this guy is up for some cock play like that…I could use a good, real boyfriend.
I had a good afternoon. I went to Publix and about 5 or so 18 to 20 yr olds followed me around. I gave them a nice smile, and they smiled right back. Too bad they didn’t get a bit more aggressive and talk to me…I would have fucked every one of them three times over if they played their cards right. I’m being serious when I say that. I really would have. They looked so tasty. They would have been a fantastic sperm snack. Didn’t happen, though, but still, I love the thought of them looking at me, knowing their dicks are growing in their shorts. I hope at least one of them rubs one out thinking about me. Again…I’m being serious. I don’t say these things for the shock value or it’s because it’s something I think you want to hear. I say them because it’s something I would give just about anything to experience. Tell me you wouldn’t love to have a group of 20 yr old hotties working your dick over…you know you would be in heaven if they did. What makes you think I don’t want to be the one making five 18 to 20 yr old dicks empty themselves into me…I would be in heaven myself.
Shut up about the fat stuff. I could care less who is fat and who is not. My point in my last post wasn’t that he’s fat…it’s that he’s gotten himself fat with no regard to losing his ability to be a fully capable and functional man. I’ve been fucking David for what…half a year now? He is as fat now as he was then, and I had gotten to the point where I didn’t even notice it anymore until he physically ran out of steam simply walking a mile or less. Will I ever see him the same? No, absolutely not. He’s not to be counted on if I need something that requires physical ability. I find that sad for both of us. Will I keep fucking him? Absolutely, I’m not giving up that dick. Belly or no belly, that dick will continue to make soup out of my insides, hopefully for years to cum.
I was teasing Scott just a bit ago about how David’s sperm tasted and if the jizz that left David’s body via his dick felt good in his stomach. He didn’t answer. I asked him if it was a weird feeling to ingest a living part of David that came from his testicles, through the tip of his dick, into me, and then dripped into his mouth to end up swimming around in his stomach. He didn’t answer. His dick did, though…it stood straight up. He did ask me how I thought these things up. Where did I get the inspiration to say such things? I told him my pussy cums up with these things, not me. I am just compelled to ask them. I left him with a raging erection. I have no idea if he emptied himself or not. I hope he didn’t. I like it when his balls make him uncomfortable. I do like saying uncomfortable things to him. It makes me wet and makes my clit buzz when I do. In other words, asking these questions and making statements is like Viagra for women. It keeps me in a state of arousal when I think about it.
Look, MILFs/GILFs are just more fun. We genuinely love dick. No bullcrap sales pitches or fake interest, so we seem cool…we simply love a good dick in our guts. Why? Who knows, and who cares? As long as your dick is in our holes…all is good in the world. Even when it cums to making porn. All these girls are pumping out video after video that if you actually watch it…you can see they don’t want to be there. But one has to pay the bills. I don’t pay my bills by making porn, so when I fuck…I’m fucking to feel a man spraying the walls of my cunt down with sperm. Apparently, I look hungry when I fuck. I have been told that. I am hungry. Hungry for orgasms. As many as possible.
Scott ate a load of David's sperm that pooled up in my gaped-out hole. He gagged the entire time. Probably because after David deposited the contents of his testicles inside of me, he asked me to bring Scott in so he could watch him lick his sperm out of me, so it was good and fresh and mostly still inside of me. Which I am always up for so good for David for making that request. I didn’t feel like Scott was really getting David’s jizz out of me, so I had him lie down, and then I sat on his face, rubbed my massive clit, and watched large hanging drops of jizz ooze into his mouth in the mirror. He kept his mouth closed at first, so I fingered the first drop of jizz into his nose, which got him to open his mouth and keep it open. He really is the perfect cuck. I wanted him to jerk off for us and cum on the floor and eat it in front of us, but his dick wasn’t just soft; it shrunk up into a micro-penis. It was that useless. I don’t know if he ever got off after all of that. I never asked. After he had a meal of David’s sperm courtesy of David’s testicles and then couldn’t perform, I sent him on his way. I did hear him brushing his teeth and gargling mouthwash. Oddly enough, that turns me on thinking he does that afterward.
This will tick people off, and it’s going in an entirely different direction, but no point in not being truthful and hiding what I want to say here. I wanted to fuck David in the great outdoors, and it was hot yesterday. David is fat. No point in sugarcoating it. He eats nothing but McDonalds or whatever crap he can have delivered. Says he’s too tired to cook for himself after work. My point is that when we got to where we were going in the back woods swap place, I like to bend over and get properly bred in he was sweating profusely and couldn’t catch his breath. So much so he had to sit on the ground. His shirt was soaked, and his face was bright red. The sight of him on his ass on the ground made me no longer want to fuck. Not because of his obvious overweight appearance. If appearance were a thing with me, I would never have stuffed my guts with his super-sized dong in the first place. He’s as fat as he was when we first met long ago, but I completely forgot about it and became blind to it over time until yesterday. His physical inability to be viable as a man shone a glaring light on it, which turned me off. He has eaten himself into being non-capable. Even worse, his physical state made him very appreciative that I said I didn’t want to fuck; it was too hot. It was true, I didn’t want to fuck. Not because it was too hot or I wasn’t horny as fuck, because I was. It was because he looked so… what's the word I’m looking for…weak… maybe inadequate? All we did was walk in the woods, granted it was in the heat, for a mile or so, and he was physically useless. That’s a bit much for a man in his late 30s or early 40s. I can’t remember which. I don’t expect anyone to be able to run a marathon or not sweat when it's hot outside but if you can’t get through a trip to the supermarket comfortably without running out of breath…you may want to re-think your physical fitness program or lack thereof. We had to wait 30 minutes before he could start the walk back. We had to stop twice along the way. In my mind, I found myself thinking of him as a totally different person. I don’t want to be with a man who can’t at least walk a mile or so without taking 30-minute breaks. I know this sounds terrible but I can’t help how I feel so differently about him now. Before someone starts, I don’t need the thought police to re-educate me on how to think about this situation properly. I have come to understand that for me I don’t like it when a guy eats himself into being non-capable. With that said, here cums the hypocritical version of me… 2 hours later, David’s dick was resizing my pussy to epic proportions in my bedroom. Hence, the recount above. My pussy has a mind of its own, and it didn’t give a shit about David’s basic fitness shortfalls. I admit it, though. I see David differently now. My mind pictures him as someone who has aged well beyond his years and has become feeble. I don’t want to see him that way, but I can’t help it. I am still madly in love with his penis, just not him so much anymore. Funny how one little thing can change the outlook on a person. Then again, I’m sure I do things that also cause people to look at me in a different light as well. Part of being a human, I guess.
It’s Father's Day. The day when I was bent over, stretched wide with cock, and had a baby pumped inside of me. Twice that event has occurred. I don’t think I have ever celebrated a Father's Day with the father. I tend to spend that special day with an upgraded cock owner and let him pretend he’s pumping a kid into me. Same thing with anniversaries. Who wants to spend that day with the same old same old when I could be sucking sperm out of the dick of a guy I just met? I’m just saying. It feels right to cheat really hard on those special days. At least it does for me. I know I’m trying to get with Rob today. He has kids but he’s thinking he can get away from the family and pretend he’s starting a new family by pumping cum from the tip of his dick into my guts. Hope this all pans out.
Some “unsanctioned” truck events went on this weekend here in Daytona. Tons of Pick Up Trucks showed up. I’ll be honest: I’m not a fan of the “squatted” trucks. You know, when the front sits higher than the rear. It seems so… unusable. Like you have taken all the functionality out of the truck part of the truck. But here nor there. It brings in lots of 18 to 30-year-olds, and I like that. I’m a perv and am of the firm belief that “MILF does a truck boy's dick good.” So out, I went in my Jeep yesterday at various times wearing “Daisy Dukes” and a tube top. The idea was to get them to look at me. I admit it was harder than I thought. They seemed preoccupied, but I nailed a few, and those lucky few got a good look at my tits. The best one was a truckload of guys at the stop light on A1A at Oakridge who got to stare at my tits for at least a minute while we sat at the light. I even rubbed my nipples for them and tried to pull my shorts to the side so they could get a glimpse of my pussy. Not sure what they saw but I get an “A” for effort. I gave another good flash in the Publix parking lot. That was fun. Got some good reactions from that. There is something special about driving around by yourself and flashing your tits. It just makes me happy. I need to do it more often.
So I went out to Target today and I met this guy who is Navy Seal. Jake is his name. What a man this guy is. We are going to get together at 8 tonight for dinner. I’m supposed to spend it with Scott’s parents but I’d rather spend it with Jake. So, as usual, Scott will have to cum up with a story as to why I can’t make it. It’s not that I mind going over to see them, I don’t. It’s just that it seems whenever I find a new and exciting guy I have something planned with them. I’d rather spread my legs open for a guy who isn’t their son than have dinner with them. It’s just the way it is. I was honest with Jake, I told him I’m married but I am not faithful in the least. He knows Scott knows I like slipping strange dick into my holes and he’s okay with it. I have no idea if I will be opening my legs for him tonight but I certainly hope so. My pussy is dying to meat his cock even though it’s sight unseen. This guy seems like someone I could date. Like seriously date. Yes, I know I have a husband but that doesn’t mean my life is over in the men department. It just means I have committed to being partners with one man. I’m still his partner, I’m just dating another guy. No, I don’t want Scott dating anyone else. This is a one way street. Scott gets to sit a home and deal with the anxiety of not knowing what we are doing, what we are saying, what plans we are making. It has to be excruciating for him to go through that but it’s exhilarating for me to make him experience it. I love cumming home freshly fucked and telling him nothing. Not letting him see me undress, not letting him touch my body. I can see the desperation screaming at me to let him in my sex life. Not going to happen. This is perfection just as it is. So fingers crossed Jake will be a keeper tonight.
Here's my photo set of my oiled boobs that I forgot to post. Hope you enjoy them, I think they are hot, and again, like I always say, use them properly 😜🍆💦
I wish I could explain the thrill I get from thinking about spreading my legs to give access to my holes for a man. The thought of opening my legs while he watches knowing I am going to let him slip his hard cock in my guts drives me nuts. The whole experience is insanely hot. I am opening my legs, sometimes for a man I just met, so he can stick his cock inside my body and use my hole to pleasure his dick until his balls empty themselves in my guts. It get to feel his hard cock pushing around inside of me. I get to see his facial expressions, hear his funny noises he makes, feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside of me as it pumps sperm into my body. Holy fuck, what a rush. Better than any kind of high you will ever get from drugs or alcohol. After a man cums inside of me it makes me fill so…fulfilled. Not just because he left a pool of jizz in my guts but because it makes me feel complete as a woman. Not submissive but strong and powerful. Like his sperm has given me additional strength. I’ll take that feeling any day of the week over anything else.
I saw a post from a very fit chick complaing about how other chicks don’t like to shoot with her because they make them feel “fat and out of shape.” She went on to complain about filters and fat editing which has gotten stupid with AI programs popping up everwhere promising to turn you chubby body into a sculpted work of art. I agree with her. I don’t just think, I know for a fact that photo filters and editing is a hardcore mental disorder. If you are that worried about how you look…you don’t need to posting altered photos of yourself. It only takes one or two and these chicks are hooked for life. They even believe they actually look the way they do in these altered pics. They don’t. Even worse, a lot of these folks look better without the stupid filters. Sure, the skin isn’t perfectly glass smooth but honestly, nobodies skin is. Unless of course you’re an Asian…lucky fuckers! We all have wrinkels, lines, scars. That’s what attracts me to people. Imperfections. I love them. I am not a classic beauty fan. I like odd ball, imperfect, beauty. I want things to be wrong, break up the pefect lines. Filters fuck all of that up for me. So whats my point? None. I am just wasting your time here because I felt like saying dumb shit. But..thanks for listening!
I had to send Scott away again this morning. Since I have committed to being owned by David, it doesn’t feel right for Scott to see me naked anymore. Feels like cheating, and though I would cheat on David as a person, I am not going to cheat on his magnificent cock. Since that cock is attached to David, and it has the ability to bend me over and fuck me limp…David wins. Scott thinks I am shutting him out. And I am. He can still be my husband if he wants. He can still jerk off, and if he wants me to look at me, I’m okay with that. He will just have to look at me in clothes and eat his sperm for my viewing pleasure after he cums. Scott doesn’t think that’s fair, and he said he isn’t sure what he wants to do. I admit, I'm nervous. I feel like I’m at a crossroads in my marriage. I have been here before but it never took me this long to get here. Usually, within a year, my willing cuck is demanding we cease and desist all cuck and cheating activities…which I have always been not willing to do. I love Scott with all my heart, but to feel David’s 11-inch dick buried balls deep in my guts…well…I love David’s dick more. In my eyes, David’s dick is a living breathing being. I separate it from the man it’s attached to. Both physically and emotionally. I’m so thankful my holes bring such satisfaction to both David and his cock. I want them both to be happy. So happy they never want to be anywhere else but inside of me. It’s not a physical appearance thing. David isn’t what one would call attractive. He’s certainly anything but fit, and he’s not getting any thinner as time goes on. I keep telling him I think his dick will grow even more if he loses 40 or 50 lbs, but I guess he figures 11 inches is good enough. It’s sad to say, but I don’t love David. I love what David’s dick does to my pussy. So much so that I am putting my marriage at risk. This will make you cringe. Putting my marriage at risk is turning me on and making me want to run to David’s dick even more. If I were given an ultimatum, choose between Scott or David. I’m going with David. Not for David but for the log of meat swinging between his legs. Yes, the truth is I want a mans cock more than I want my husband. Scott is so much more attractive and in so much better shape, but the mere sight of David’s dick, in my eyes, shrinks him into a 2 ft tall crybaby troll with a micro penis. It is also amazingly exciting for me to think of Scott that way. Funny how a cock can command that kind of power. It certainly will cause me to make some very bad decisions. But I’m good with that. I admit it. I’m a sex addict. I spend my days thinking about sex, having sex, and looking at sex. Everywhere I go, I think about fucking the people I see. Admittedly, I’m so very good with all of that. Beats the hell out of drinking, smoking, and drugs in a massive way. Just the fact that even if I have one of my moments orgasms from David’s dick working its way through my intestines…30 minutes later, I can drive home safely, no if and or buts about it. Unless, of course, I’m distracted by fingering myself by thinking about how I just spread my ass cheeks so a man with a log for a dick turned my insides into soup. I suppose I could get a fingering and driving ticket.
I went all out on Rob yesterday. Took him in my pussy, my ass, my mouth, and all three holes felt his sperm pump out of the head of his dick. It's not a David dick, but it's close, and it's so perfectly beautiful. Not many cocks are stunningly attractive. His dick is. It's even more beautiful when it's pumping cum into my body. He pumped more than his share of jizz into me today, pretty much to the point his balls ran out and were dry heaving. His last load was in my mouth, and it was all I could do to suck a few ropes of cum out the shaft of his dick. His first load was a massive load he left in my pussy. It was still drooling out when he pumped his second load in my ass. So much so that both my asshole and pussy were leaking his cum at the same time. I had him hold a mirror to my holes so I could see. Here's the odd part. I didn't cum. I thought I was going to, but I missed it every damn time. I would get so close to tipping over the edge of a massive cum and then just miss it. I never fake it, so when Rob asked if I came, I told him no, and to his credit, he offered to do whatever it took. I think my pussy and ass are just so stretched out, and I came so much over the last few days that I just need a day or two to rest the holes. Rob got a little self-conscious about it, but I assured him his dick is in the top two of my list of cocks to slip inside myself. We got to talking about Scott, and I told him that David no longer allowed Scott to touch or see me naked. Rob worried that I might do the same thing to him as I do to Scott if David asked me to. If David asked, I would agree to exile Rob from my body. It would be a lie, but he doesn't need to know that. David only gets to rule over one man, and that's my husband. I assured Rob he would have access to all of my holes as often as he would like. He seemed to feel better about things when he left my house.
Scott came home, knocked on my door, and asked if I was decent. I almost rubbed one out, seeing his new-found obedience to David, his new master and rule maker. He is learning his place and role in my life. What it must be like to be such a big strong man reduced to such a sissy cunt for all the world to see. I wonder if he's truly happy with how life has turned out for him. Anyway, for being such a massive cuck, I let him look at the sperm on my bed sheets and had him smell it. Then, I sent him out to mow the lawn. Suffice to say, it was a great day.
Both Rob and David have picked up on their cuck game. Both have dicks over 9 inches, David almost 11 and fatter than Robs, but either one makes my husband look like he has a pinkie dick. I think the two are competing for the attention of my pussy, and I like that. They are saying and doing all the right things. The kind of things that makes my pussy melt. I came home from a session with David, which left my pussy stretched to its limits, massively gaped, and puddling cum in the cavern he left in my guts. David pretty much commanded me not to let Scott touch me, see me naked, or get the details of our session. I’m good with that. My pussy is ecstatic with that. I almost started fingering myself when I told Scott to get out of my room as I was undressing, that he wasn’t to see me without clothes on anymore. He said that was absurd. He was my husband. I agreed with him that though he was my husband, that didn’t change the fact that David owned my body, and his opinions and requests were more important than his because he was so much more of a man when it came to matters of the pussy. He thought I was joking. I was anything but joking. When he realized I wasn’t his face went white. He demanded to know where I was and what I was doing. The only thing I would tell him was I was with David, and he was satisfying my pussy in ways he never would be able to. And, if you think about it, that’s 100 percent true. His dick will never touch places deep in my guts that the head of David’s cock does. He owns my pussy in that respect, and therefore, he owns me, and what he says goes. I wish I could explain it. There is something about feeling the massively fat head of an 11-inch cock touching places inside of me that no one else can that makes me feel a special devotion to David. Is Scott worried about losing me to David or even Rob? I hope so. I hope it keeps him up at night, wondering how I feel about either of them. It’s a delicious feeling knowing the anxiety I am causing him. It makes me want to fuck David and Rob even more. I can almost taste the sperm sliding down my throat as one of them pumps sperm out of the tip of their cock into my mouth. It’s at this point I’m supposed to say I would never leave Scott…but I would. As horrible as it sounds, it would be a massive sexual thrill to put him through that. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, and it obviously upsets some folks and it doesn’t do much for sales on here. I am at a point in my life where I don’t care. I am in the prime of my sexual life, and I like what I like regardless of what others think. Who would have thought at 57 I would be having sex that is so powerfully good it’s scary? But I want more of it. Lots more of it. And I want it just the way I’m getting it. In addition, my life outside of sex is starting to revolve around sex, and I don’t mean professionally. My marriage is centered around me f-orce-cucking Scott. I have two wonderful bulls competing for the sole rights to my pussy. On top of that, my anal skills have gone off the charts. I sank all 11 inches of David’s fat cock deep in my colon. Granted, it took a half hour to get it balls deep, but once I did and he started deep stroking his dick in my intestines, I blew an orgasm gasket so hard things went dark for about 10 seconds. When he pumped his sperm deep into my guts, I had another orgasm so hard I went limp and couldn’t speak for several minutes while his jizz dribbled out of me. I actually heard and felt his dick pop from the suction when it slipped out of my asshole. I don’t know why I keep thinking about that sound but it’s driving me insane in a good way. And I want more. I want more, and I want more intense if that’s even possible. This sexual situation I am shoving down Scott’s throat is how I’m going to get them. So here I sit, my ass still wide open, typing this out, and Scott sits in the other room sulking. I refuse to allow him to see me naked or even in my bra. It just seems so right to impose this punishment on him, even though his only crime is having a dick half the size of Davids. Plus, Scott reads these things and thinks I don’t know. So, no more sugarcoating things because I know he will see it and take comfort in some of the things I say. I don’t want him comfortable. I want him anxious, hard, balls full of cum, and his only release will be by himself on the toilet with his hand pussy while another man breeds me in ways he will never be able to. Hence the reason other men own my pussy and make the rules.
Here's a quick little post before I head back out for another appointment, but just wanted to take a few selfies for ya 😜 Glasses off or on, what do you like best? Just curious 😉
Here's my GILF outfit choice for the day. I'm gonna go run some errands in it and see if I can pick anyone up or at least get some looks😉 Enjoy your Saturday!💋
Here's the fan video for today. Hope some of you others are muscle fans too. This was a bit tough to get the right angles but here ya go 😉 Hope you enjoy!
Here's a rant. Turn your fucking phones off when I’m letting you use my holes as a cum dump. This dude's wife called like 10 times. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate on the dick in my guts when some stupid ringtone keeps going off every minute or so. I even stopped and asked if he would like to silence his phone, but he said it was okay; he knew who it was. After it went off for like the 10th time I stopped and told him he had to silence his phone or answer it. He silenced his phone. Now that I think about it…it would have been cool if he facetimed her when he was fucking me. I would have said hello to be courteous. So, about the guy with the ringing phone. I was a bad girl last night. I simply wanted to make him cum by giving him a handjob, but I ended up making him pump his sperm in my guts. I don’t know what got into me. Well, I do know what got into me, his dick, but I wasn’t planning on that. Something just took over, and I needed his cock inside so badly I couldn’t stop myself from stuffing my pussy with it. He’s a 28-year-old black man. I met him in my doctor's office while waiting for my appointment yesterday. He’s married, 2 kids, and he’s obviously willing to breed my pussy instead of his wife. My kind of guy. He’s very tall, 6’ 5”. The first thing that came to mind when I saw him was his big black dick has to be wonderful. And it was. It just wasn’t big. I’d say 5 to 5 ½ inches but thick. I thought it would be longer because, even though I know better, I have latched on to the myth that being black means you have a huge dick. I wish that were the case, but sadly, nature has not provided any race of the human male persuasion with a superior cock. It’s the luck of the draw. The thing about his cock, even though average-sized, is that it is perfectly shaped and incredibly smooth, which makes it mouth-watering. It was so attractive I couldn’t help but talk to it, kiss it, nuzzle it, and then slip it inside of me. I’m sure he thought I was one weird GILF. I don’t care. I got my orgasm 30 seconds after he pushed the head of his cock into my body. And it was a doozy. Probably because I was standing up facing him. Almost like we were in the missionary but standing up. He was so tall that all he had to do was bend at the knees and slip his dick inside of me. I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm while being bred standing up until last night. Sadly for him, if we ever get together again, fucking me standing up will be his job for the foreseeable future. I’m going to try and get Scott to fuck me standing up today just to see if he can duplicate the experience. I don’t think he’s tall enough, but his dick is a couple of inches longer, so that might help. I want to play around with this position. It was quite exciting to be fucked like that last night. After I came, he pumped my pussy for another minute and tensed up, and went balls deep in my guts. It was such a turn-on to be able to see his face as his balls twitched and pumped sperm into me. When he finished cumming inside of me, he pulled out, and his jizz poured out of me and plopped on the floor. The sound it made sticks in my head even as I write this. It makes me wet knowing I took his sperm in my body. I let a married man other than my husband put his cock in my body for the sole purpose of giving him pleasure. I wanted him to know I can satisfy his cock in ways his wife never will. So, I stood naked in front of him, made his married cock hard, and then let him breed my own cheating married pussy. All because it turns me on to cheat with other married men. Not to mention the wonderful orgasms I get out of it.
So, I just did a little video for you all and will post it up later today but I thought maybe I had a gaped out asshole so I wanted to show you but guess not...lol.. Oh well, here's just my stretched out box, that's never a bad thing either though ...just saying 😜
I had Scott fuck me today. Not because I thought his dick was going to do anything as far as making me see orgasm stars, but because I was curious as to how tiny his dick would feel in my guts. I kept thinking about David yesterday and all day today. I can’t help it. I feel like I have been stretched, resized, and internally rearranged, and his dick was the culprit that wrecked my pussy. In the best of ways. It’s an amazing feeling that not many women will experience. They tend to shy away from the oversized cocks of the world. And here I sit with a wide-open pussy freshly fucked by a 6-inch cock that felt like a 2-inch, pencil-thin weenie. Did I feel it? At first. For about 30 seconds and then it was gone. The only sensation was the feeling of something hard moving around in my guts. That was it. Did I cum? Not from Scott’s dick, but yes, I did have an orgasm that much more powerful than I would have guessed. After about 5 minutes of Scott bouncing around in my pussy with his midget dick, I told him to take it out and jerk off on my clit. He tried to keep going, and though it should have been obvious to him, my pussy no longer requires, needs, nor wants the services of his cock in my guts. That task belongs to other men with superior penises. And better bodies, younger, better looking, and all kinds of things. He’s just my cuck husband to do as he’s told. So he pulled out of my pussy and jerked his dick until he dumped a massive load of sperm on my clit…which is where I told him to pump it. Then I had him lick and suck every slimy drop of sperm that left his testicles, less than a minute old, until I squirted my own jizz into his mouth. What made me cum? Knowing that his dick has been rendered useless for my pussy. It’s a special kind of thrill knowing I will need another man to satisfy my sexual needs because he doesn’t have the cock to do it. The power I have because of that is intoxicating. He wants so badly to satisfy me with his dick, but he can’t. He never will. That job is left to other men. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Life is good. At least for me, it is!
