First things first...crotchless yoga pants and a massive clit cock. They rock! And yes, Tony pumped me full of cum. Twice inside me and once in my stomach. All three times in my truck. It was a 2-hour ride that seemed to last minutes. It was that fun. Most of the time was spent with Tony's cock inside me in one hole or another. My mouth was wrapped around his cock most of the time. We sat at a light on ISB, and a work truck pulled up and watched me suck his cock. He tooted his horn when we started rolling again. Tony wanted to cover up, but I assured him it would be fine and ensured the driver had a view. His horn toot was his appreciation for my efforts. If Tony had put his finger in me right then, I would have cum. I wonder how many people that driver will tell about seeing me suck Tony's cock? Hopefully everyone!
We got on I-95 going North, with his dick still in my mouth. The uninterrupted driving allowed me to make his dick cum. He got going for about a mile or so and started saying, "Oh god!" repeatedly, and I knew his balls would be pumping sperm soon. So I worked his cock harder, and it fed me with a steamy hot slimy load of ball snot that slid down my throat. I wish I could feel cum in my belly. Only Connor gave me such a big load that I could feel it in my stomach. But Tony's cum is thick and slimy, so it coats my throat and stays there. I have to clear my throat for the next hour. Every time I do, I can taste his sperm, and though lots of people would do the gag thing at that, it just makes me wet. Anyway, I sucked on Tony's cock until it was soft, and nothing was left in the pipe to drip out later. I like getting that last drop of cum. It's in there, I know it, and I want it. So I work for it. I find if I push that spot behind the balls, it shoves out a good rope of cum while I'm sucking it. Sucking dick is not just fun, it's fascinating. There are so many moving parts that go into making a guy cum and cleaning it up afterward. It's just cool stuff.
I left his dick out because I figured we would use it again shortly anyway. Plus, I like having a dick to play with while driving. Tony asked me some heavy questions. One was, would I dump him after I'm bored with him? I said yes, so don't get boring. He thought about that and just said okay. He made a statement that he wanted me to confirm as accurate. He wanted to know if the only reason I was having sex with him was to write about it. Which, for Tony, in a roundabout way, is somewhat true. But no, I'm fucking Tony because he's 23, a cool guy, and it turns me on. It's a bonus to write about it. I told him that. He then said we would probably never be anything but fuck buddies. I said that is true. But I explained to him he should be looking for other girls, and even if he finds one, he should still find time to breed me as if he owns me. Then his last question was why Scott wasn't there. I didn't really have an answer. So I said I didn't ask him because I thought we could get more personal when he wasn't around. I asked him if he wanted him to be. He said yes, and he couldn't explain it. He said he liked knowing he was fucking Scott's wife in front of him and thought Scott would be here tonight. I thought about that, and then I told him how Scott shaved my pussy for him tonight, and Tony's dick got so hard so fast it was silly. Every time I spend time with this younger man, I like him more and more. Good for him for telling me what turns him on. Even better, what turns him on turns me on. We are going to have some fun together for a long time! I'll get to the rest of how we fucked in the next post. Short on time and long on words, so I will finish up in the next post.
Scott shaved my pussy for me. Actually, he shaved it for a 23-year-old by the name of Tony, who will pump his sperm into it tonight. I love the way that sounds. I am captivated by the way it feels to say it! It feels good. It feels like all is correct in my marriage. I told Scott to kiss my pussy to say goodbye. It will belong to someone else tonight. He kissed my pussy and added a little tongue for good measure. Sneaky fucker! I got to shut up here. I'm so wet I will have to change my shorts again. I love telling you guys this stuff. The only problem is it's frustrating how turned on I get.
So many of you want to be my cuck. For all you cuckold wannabees. There are lots of misconceptions that are spread around by insecure guys who kind of sort of want to be cucks. They speak for me and other women as if they know what we want or think. Nothing worse than an insecure kind of sort of cuck thinking he knows what's what. The biggest issue with them is demanding to watch. As much as you want to...we don't want you watching. We don't love you more because you watch. We don't feel a stronger bond when you stare at us with your dick in your hand. It's awkward, screws up the sex, and it's a sign of weakness when you insist on being there. We know that insisting on being there is how you try to maintain control and ensure we don't get along too well. It's a weak and desperate move. It takes a powerful and confident man to be a true cuck. Most of you don't have it in you. You think you do, but you don't. You fold the second a superior man with a superior cock marks its territory with cum. What did you think was going to happen? They are there to replace you. That is the literal meaning of the word cuckold. So be replaced. Get out. Go away. If you have to be there, then make yourself useful. You aren't fooling us. We already know you have a gay curiosity, so get on it. Put his dick inside of me so I don't have to. Clean up the cum that will leak everywhere. Leave when you're told. Yes, I will want to talk to the guys that breed me privately about things you have no business knowing. Again, they are there to replace you. I'll get home when I get home. I may end up loving him more than you. It's an excellent possibility that I will, and I hope I do. But this is where strength is required for the cuck. They know I can't leave him. Who would be my cuck? And that is how a successful cuck relationship works. You should only be afraid if you continually push your wife or girlfriend into this lifestyle. If she brought you in or has obviously embraced this lifestyle, you are in for a lifetime of sexual thrills. If you pushed her into it. Who knows. She may very well dump you for him. Or she may wish she had for the rest of your time together. It will probably end badly for you one way or another. Suck it up, buttercup. It's what you really wanted anyway. It makes me laugh at the sheer insecurity when guys say, "She fucks him, but she loves me more!" No, moron, she doesn't. Now lick the cum off his dick because that's what you really want to do.
Car fucking. It rocks. Finally, I have a guy to car fuck with. Tony asked me if he could drive around while I give him head and then park somewhere and fuck. Hell yes we can! I like this kid more and more every day! I'll let you know how that goes tomorrow. I'm doing it tonight, so I probably won't be able to fill you in until the morning.
Scott licked what remained of Tony's jizz out of me last night. Fuck me if I didn't have an orgasm. I usually don't. But I did last night. I tried to finger myself to another one while he beat his dick into his hand and chowed down on his own ball snot he pumped into his hand, but I just couldn't get it. The cum I had while he was cleaning me out must have been too much for a repeat. Thats okay. I now have the female equivalent of "blue balls." This means I will go off like a firecracker tonight on Tony's dick. Looking forward to it.
Paul asked me if I was proud of him. I said for what? He said he had his first gay experience. He sucked a dick. Am I proud of that? No. Sucking a dick isn't all that much of an accomplishment. You don't go to the gym and train for it. You don't study for it. You could buy a toy that will often do it better than me or anyone else, for that matter. So no, not proud of anyone or their sexuality. I am proud of myself because I put a lot of work and mental manipulation into turning him into a cum slut for cocks. I turned him from a full-on horn dog for pussy into a subservient cock sucker. I'll be ecstatic if he takes the hormones and goes full chick with a dick. I've been throwing that out there hot and heavy lately. He used to say no emphatically. Now, he says he doesn't think he can afford it. That's very promising, and I feel it's a matter of time before I have my own chick with a dick and be living the dream. He will probably be an ugly chick, though. I don't know. He still has his beard, so it's hard to say. I'll still do him, even if he turns out to be not so much of a babe. How could I not? If he listens to me, at the very least, he will have a rocking set of knockers and not some whacky tit bargain tit job. Keeping my fingers crossed. I hope he hurries up with this whole thing. I want a chick with a dick so bad.
Okay, Tony pumped me. He used his dick inside me like a pro. We got his results back 2 days early. So his penis celebrated inside my vagina until it got motion sick and tossed its load inside me. There is a special feeling when a 23-year-old leaves his cum in you. I can feel it swimming around in me right now. And that feels good. Makes me feel alive. Funny how cum can do that to me.
Anyway, Tony is good for a 23-year-old. He's almost as good as Connor, and it took me the better part of a year to get Connor where he is today with his cock skills. I thought Tony would cum immediately. He didn't. He fucked me for 30 minutes. I had a small orgasm in the first few minutes and thought that would finish him. He asked me if I would cum again, and I said, "Let's just see about that." He was fucking me missionary at the end of the bed, which was good. We made out while he pumped my box. I like that. Then he flipped me over without asking, bent me over the bed, and fucked me from behind like he owned me. I came again. This time hard. He put his finger in my ass while breeding me, and then I really came. I mean, I came hard. Leg squeezing, cock popping out, weird noises type cumming. That got him. He turned me on my side, and his dick made those loud stick-in-the-mud noises. Why? Because he turned my cunt into a cummy puddle of goo from making me cum. That's why. And then he unloaded inside of me. I could only feel the warmth of his sperm flooding my guts. I was a thick, sloppy kind of wet. I can't feel the cum much when I'm that gooey inside. The best part was when he pulled his dick out, which made a sucking sound, then a wet pop. It was awesome! What a good afternoon! Never saw this one "cumming!"
Tony's gone. He does delivery stuff for Target and some other stores. I still have some of him inside of me. I like the thought of that. It still feels alive, like it's moving around. I know it's not, but I like the sensation. I'll feed what's left to Scott when he gets home. He will want to fuck after that, but that won't happen. Instead, he will jerk off before me and taste his sperm. See how it compares with Tony's. I will probably end up rubbing one out, watching him. I try not to. It takes up so much time. But something about it always gets the better of me, and I end up fingering myself.
Heres 15 pics or so. I have gotten top-quality dick videos and pics over the last 2 days. One of them I used for educational purposes last night during a rubout session. I used other stuff, mainly a compilation of trannies blowing massive loads of jizz, but I finished with a video one of you sent me. So be proud of my dick pic/video senders. You have assisted in providing me with masturbation material. Again. I might be oversharing here. Seriously though, I haven't got one substandard dick pic/video over the last few days. These guys have been stepping it up. The cum videosā¦top notch. My favorites are when the camera is underneath and slightly away from the cock, like the cum arc will hit it, and even better if it does. Makes me feel like I'm there. Look at me, telling you how I like my cumshot videos. I should see a therapist.
Okay, I'm going to cum clean. Tony. It was a setup, kind of. I should have told you that in the first place. I have been known to bend things a bit to sound better, but I don't usually deceive. Tony was a deception. I made it sound like I randomly met him at "The Station." It wasn't random. I met Tony on Twitter. He's a follower there. I looked up his profile. He had some pics and was local, so I told him where I was going to be. Tony showed up. I didn't expect him to, so that was a surprise, but he did. My first impression was Tony was okay. He wasn't fit, was my height, just an ordinary guy. But after I got to know him for an hour, he was super nice, fun to talk to, and I wanted to suck his dick. Everything else I told you about Tony was 100 percent accurate. He pumped cum into my stomach while Scott drove us around, just as I told you he did. Why did I not mention Twitter? I didn't want a thousand people writing me on Twitter wanting a hook-up. My point is, and I have to explain this often, is Tony was local. His photos had local backgrounds, he clearly stated where he was from on his profile, and he lives 15 minutes away from me. I have a pesky "local only" rule when it cums to the dicks I'm going to put inside of me. That annoys many. It works wonderfully for me. Keeps my life amazingly simple and fun. So, now you know the entire story. Tony is on the schedule to see about pumping me full of 23 yr old sperm on Thursday. We are waiting for a little std test to cum back. I paid for the test because I'm not too fond of condoms and refuse to use them. I have used them extensively in the past and never again. When I want a dick inside me, I want a dick inside me. Not a piece of rubber. Not to mention once that dick is inside me, I will want the cum from the balls attached to that dick left in my guts. Can't do that with a condom. The good news is, you can save your condoms, and I have no idea how much they cost anymore, but I'd imagine they aren't cheap for some chick who digs them.
So, I sucked Ryan's cock until his balls deflated. I don't think I left a drop of cum in them. He had to make me let go of his dick. I sucked that hard and that long. It's been a while since I've eaten cum, but now, I have two loads in two days sitting in my belly. I feel like I am back in the swing of things when it "cums" to eating ball snot! I'm kind of in the mood for some more. That's probably because I can still taste Ryan's sperm in the back of my throat. That is just what you wanted to hear. I'll shut up now. Or you could stick a dick in my mouth. That gets me quiet fast. I'd tell you about our little serious discussion, but it was stupid. I just nodded my head and said, "Aww." He is staying in a cheesy motel. He won't be staying with me. That's his end goal. He's already lost that game, and I think he is now figuring that out. Hey...you leave your wife. You should have a plan in place. Not just say, "I found superior pussy, so see ya!" Good luck with that, Ryan.
Got the toes done before I chowed down on Ryan's cock. I think they look good. Let me know what you think!
Another post. I know. I over post. I should slow it down because I may be over sharing as well. All the people I know are terrified I will write about them. Especially if they screw up. And I will write about them but I change the names. I'm a dick but not a total dick.
"Your husband must be a real loser letting suck a rando cock in his truck" Hmm, I wonder what brought that message on? I assume he forgot a "you" between "letting" and "suck." Grammatical errors happen. First. He doesn't let me do anything. I do what I want with who I want. As can he. He never does, but that's on him. Second, that turns him on. Some might not get it and I'm not asking you to but that is our thing. We live our sex life the way we want to, not the way people think we are supposed to. Third, it was my truck. Get it right. It would have been better if it was his truck, because then I would have drooled Tony's sperm all over his seat, so he had to clean up another man's jizz while I watched. And he would have loved that even more because the humiliation turns his cock into steel. Or at least that's my best guess. His dick gets hard as a rock, so it's probably a very good guess. And it turns my pussy into a gooey cum puddle when I bring the humiliation on high heat. So, I guess, you think what you want to think. He will still keep getting off with me pretty much daily.
I think I over shared again.
On my way to get a pedicure. Get you some stuff when I get back. Then Ryan is coming over to have a serious talk. I'll suck his dick, so he shuts up. I am dreading his "talk." I am drooling at the thought of him putting his cock in my mouth. Take the bad with the good, I suppose!
17 bedroom pics to start the day. Anyway, let see. I blew a guy I met at "The Station" yesterday. I sucked the cum out so hard his balls looked like raisins when I was done. Seriously. His testicles disappeared and left little raisin-sized wrinkles of skin in their place. He had beautiful, perfectly round softball-sized cum sacks. When he came, they sucked up inside of his dick. I mean it. They went right inside somewhere and stayed there. He said they would come back out to play when they were ready. I've seen this before, just not with balls as big as his. I know he had a big load because I was getting worried he was going to drown me with his jizz. He kept pumping. I kept swallowing. I never saw it because I drank it as fast as he pumped it.
Anyway, how did this all "cumā about? I was sitting with Scott at "The Station," an outdoor bar in old Daytona Beach off Main St. This guy walked up and asked me if I was Brooke Tyler. I said, "Why yes, I am." He chatted a bit, I asked him to sit down, and we had fun just talking for the next hour. Tony was his name. He's 23 yrs old and lives in Port Orange, about 15 minutes away. Tony wasn't a model, that's for sure, but he was reasonably fit, had a lovely personality, and something about him made me want to put his cock in my mouth. One might think Scott would make that awkward, but he knew all about Scott, and they got along well. So he accepted when I asked him to take a ride with us. He knew something good would happen when I got him in the back seat of my F-250 with me. I told Scott to take the loop, which, from where we started, was about a 40-minute ride round trip. He got going, and I so did. I got his pants unzipped, his dick out and started blowing him. His dick is a bit on the short side. Probably 5 inches, but nice and fat. I had to get him to remove his pants as they were getting in the way. That's when those beautiful round testicles graced my presence. Holy crap, were they pleasant, and he had them shaved. So, long story short, I sucked his cock, licked his balls, and drank his cum when he pumped it into my throat. Tony wanted to fuck. His dick stayed hard. But I don't know Tony that well, and though I'm sure his dick will pump sperm into all of my holes, yesterday wasn't the day for that. The blowjob was perfect. So perfect I came twice last night, once while Scott jerked off in his hand and ate his spunk and a second time when I went too bed and replayed the thought of Tony feeding me sperm in the truck while my husband drove. So a good day overall yesterday.
I am texting with Tony, so I am pretty confident I now have a 23 yr old added to my stable of guys ready and willing to breed me upon demand. I need 3 more guys. Then I will be happy and never at a loss for cock.
Here are 20 pics or so, let me know what you think. Ryan told me he loved me at the exact moment he was fucking me missionary, eyes locked on mine, and his testicles were pushing sperm into my body. Such an odd time to say that. He looked ridiculous. His eyes were bulging, he had cum face expressions that made it impossible not to look insane, and his voice was screwed up from his inability to breathe correctly. All side effects of a massive orgasm. Just never an excellent time to blurt out, "I love you!" It made me laugh. I couldn't help it. He got super upset about that. I got him under control, sucked his dick hard, and let him pump my pussy again.
This is a long post so if you don't want to get into a novel, quit now! I will talk about Paul and the guy he brought with him tomorrow. We didn't fuck so nothing super exciting there.
I have Ryan figured out. I told him to cum inside me, fuck a baby in my guts, and make me belong to him. He came instantly, but this time without the "I love you" nonsense. Then I had him lick my asshole, and the horny fucker got hard again. So bent over and let him ride me like bitch in heat doggy style. I got off. I got off very hard. So hard I almost had to stop myself from saying, "I love you!" as well. Just kidding. But it was a fantastic cum. So hard that it exhausted me. I bet Ryan could have gone for a 4th run if I hadn't fucked myself out of the game. Sometimes you have an orgasm so intense it takes the will out of you to try again. I had one of those. It was half a minute long. All from a date that was supposed to be an actual date, not a fuck date. It ended up being a fuck date. Lucky me, the actual date was cut short by his dick slipping inside of me.
So, Ryan tried to corner me. Tried to get me to commit to him. Wanted to know where things stand. I told him. I am captivated by his looks, his body, and most of all, his dick and balls. You could say I'm in love with those 3 qualities about him. I told him I wasn't interested in holding his hand lovingly and discussing life goals, plans, and aspirations. I would, however, be happy to hold his penis lovingly and discuss those things with it. I thought he understood. I really did. I even told him he could have his family and me, which sounded terrific if you asked me. I thought he was good with that as well. Then, today, I got a call, and I didn't answer it. Then the phone keeps ringing, but I'm busy. I got shit going on. So an hour later, I looked at it. Ryan called 22 times, left 11 messages, and texted me a book over 6 texts. Long story short, he told his wife about us, said he was moving out, and wanted to know if he could stay with me. So I called him back and told him he couldn't stay with me. I'm married, and even he doesn't always stay with me. I could hear his voice cracking up, so I had him come over and talk it out. Except while he was sniveling and whining, I got the urge to drink his nut. So I unzipped him, sucked his dick, swallowed his cum, told him I had things to do, and sent him on his way. He seemed to be in better spirits. Anyway, Ryan is an idiot. But I do love his physical attributes. I don't know what he's going to do. It doesn't sound charming, but I don't care what he does. I'm just happy I'm sitting around with a case of sperm heartburn. I can taste his jizz every time I burp. I like that. I might even let Scott fuck me later while I think about sucking Ryan off today. I might burp a little and let Scott smell Ryan's sperm on my breath. You really can smell cum when you burp. Just saying!
Here is a solid 18 pics in fishnet. See what you think!
Ryan is taking me on a date later. He says it's officially our first actual date. I consider our first date to be when I sucked his dick in his office until he fed me his sperm. Guess we see things differently. He said this date won't be sexual. It will be sexual, or it will be a short date. Ryan is on the edge of making the disastrous move of leaving his wife for me. I warned him extensively. Made it known he is nothing more to me than a body that brings his penis to me. Still, he thinks we have a future. Okay. It's on. I could lie to you and say I feel bad for his family. I don't. I am wet sitting here thinking it won't be long before Ryan no longer belongs to her. He will belong to me. My pussy will take him from her and make him my property. She will no longer own him. I will. If she would even try to put up a fight for him, she would have the upper hand and would win, but she won't. All she has to do is spread her kitty open for him and occasionally slip his dick inside her. She won't spread her kitty for him. But I will. So now he will belong to me to do with as I wish. I said this earlier to someone in my DM's, and the more I think about it, the more my pussy feels like warm melted butter. I have done my duty and told Ryan I am not the one. He should look to his wife or someone else for a relationship. Not me. I am just fun on the side. Still, he insists on moving forward, so I have turned this affair over to my pussy. My pussy will ruin this man. He will beg for it. He will do things for it, and I will give it to him. I will feel his cum pumping inside of me as often as possible. Then I will get bored with him. At this point, he will have nothing. His wife will be gone. I might see him now and then if I have the time, and he will realize how badly he fucked up. His cock will have unforgettable memories of when it pumped cum in my ass and down my throat. As will I. But that is all we will have. Again. He was warned. So game on. My pussy is drooling at the thought of playing this game with him.
Bob. He destroyed my pussy and then my ass today. I'm walking funny. I'm sore, and I feel like he used me way too hard with his dick as big as it is. Remember, it's 9 inches. And it is fat. It's stunning in every way. But a fat 9 inches in your asshole has to go somewhere when it's buried to the hilt. It moves things around inside of me and stretches the walls of my asshole to the size of a Coke can. And then it stays that way for a day or so. It's uncomfortable, but it's so fucking sexy that I almost cum just thinking about it. He used my asshole like it was a punching bag for his dick. And I liked it. As bad as it sounds, the wider he stretched me, the harder I came. I came a dozen times when he pumped his cock in my guts via my asshole. Three of them were full-on life-altering orgasms. The last of those 3 was right after he soaked my colon with his sperm. I didn't think I would survive that one. I'm surprised I am here to tell you about it, to be honest. It was that good. So good it makes you want to bow down and kiss the tip of his beautiful cock until he says stop. Bob. He is the man. He swears his wife won't have sex with him. He tells me she lost interest after they had their kid. It just can't be true. I would be having sex with this man 24/7 on demand, and even that might not be enough. Sure, he's good-looking, but so are many other guys. It's his dick. He has that magically perfect cock, and when he pushes that fat head inside of me, I lose it. No control once the head of his cock punches inside of me. None. He makes it good to be a woman. His dick makes me want to serve him, and I would love to do so. I truly would. I would care for him like nobody else so I could have that cock all to myself. But it won't happen. He's clarified that I'm too old for him, and if he were to leave his wife, it would be for someone he wouldn't worry about pleasing sexually and who hasn't had a thousand dicks inside of her. I know it sounds terrible. I should be upset. Fuck that. I don't blame him. If he didn't please me, I would kick him to the curb in the blink of an eye. But he goes out of his way to fuck me into a stupid bimbo, and I love him for that. He says I'm the best sex he's ever had but that he enjoys sticking his dick in 20-something hotties. He's smart. Get it while he can. It's what I would do. There will come a day in the next 5 to 10 years from now that will all end for him. So stock up on that 20-something pussy. Until then, I'll just stock up on taking his dick inside me and take whatever cum I can get from him. What a pleasant surprise to finish off my afternoon!
When only a massive clit will do, then I am the one for you! Just saying. I love making these videos. I like to see how big my clit actually gets. It pumps up bigger than some of your dicks!
In honor of Paul, I am recreating his dildo ride this afternoon. I veered off course because I don't have a dick, and when the fake cock got all up in my guts, I got swampy wet and cock stupid. Paul rode his dildo way harder than I did. It was impressive watching him ride his new cock for me this afternoon. He takes it like its nothing and always wants more. He begged me to touch his dick, and I didn't do it. He's too much of a sissy now. Sissy boys have to play with their own dicks or find another sissy boy to do it for them. I told him I knew he had turned gay while he was squatting on a chair with a dildo bottomed out in his ass, his dick so hard it was stuck on his belly. The second I told him that, he pumped his testicles empty without touching his cock. I did this to Paul. I remember 1/2 a year ago when he was chasing pussy in the gym, trying to stick his dick in any chick that looked at him. Now he annoys me multiple times daily to watch him ride a cock. I enjoy watching him fuck himself. I do. But I also like to get a cock inside of me, and he is no longer the one to do that. That's my fault. He used to be a good lay, and now he's not. I don't regret it one bit. I triggered Pauls's sexual monster. It has turned him into a girl. I'm thrilled about that, as mean as it sounds. It's entertaining to see him transform from strong to weak, and it's just a matter of time before he ends up with his ass impaled on the end of another man's dick. I want to see that. My job will be complete.
I was still cleaning Ryan's cum off of my bedspread this morning. It spilled out of me when I sat up on the bed. I guess some chicks would find that gross, but I'll tell you something weird. I smelled it this morning, and it still smelled like fresh sperm. It's awkward to say to you, but the smell made me moist, and I still am. My butthole, still feeling stretched out, isn't helping the issue. I love that uncomfortable feeling of my asshole being stretched out to the point of being gaped. I can feel it when I walk and sit down. It reminds me of how deep inside my colon Ryan's dick really was. Plus, when I sit around with my husband, and he's telling me about his workday, I think about my wet cum greased asshole still throbbing from another man's cock. Ryan emptied his seed into my ass yesterday. It made me cum when he did. If you have never felt hot sperm plopping against the walls of your asshole, you have no idea of the joy I get out of that. It makes me catch feelings for him. It's that good. A guy who can get me off hard as Ryan can should know how powerful a tool that is. He can rule me with his cock if he knows how to use it right. Ryan hasn't figured that out yet. The thing is, I have figured it out, and just as he can rule me with his cock, I can rule him with my pussy, and I do.
Ryan has feelings for me. Every time I fuck his cock into a shriveled, defeated state, his emotions get stronger. He equates these feelings with true love. And so do I. When I cum on his cock as hard as I do, I'm in love with Ryan. Completely head over heels. But I'm old enough and wise enough to understand those feelings fade quickly when his dick isn't in or around me. Ryan is full on in, thinking I'm going to be the one for him. I will be the one, not for him, for his dick and his lovely cum filled testicles. The rest of him, not so much. But I have warned him of this. He isn't listening. It's getting dangerous for him. If you want to make my pussy wet, get me involved in a hot steamy extramarital affair. I love being the hussy who fucks husbands away from their wives. That's hot as fuck to me, and I'm in, hands up, pick me, pick me, almost every time. That's where it's at with Paul. He wants me to belong to him, and I'll allow that for a day or so. Then I belong to Bob. Then I want to spend time with Scott or maybe find another guy. He's been warned. He isn't listening. He will leave his wife, his family, and I will let him fuck me into a cum, stupid whore because his dick does that to me, and I love it for that. Eventually, he will get his mind unfogged, realize what he's done, understand I only belong to him when his dick is inside me, and see his mistake. He won't be the guy to change me and turn me into who he wants me to be. He should just put his dick inside me, pump his cum, make the both of us happy, and go home to his family with a smile on his face. He won't do that, and by the time he "cums" to his senses, it will be too late. He will have let his cum filled balls make all the wrong moves for him. I'm okay with that. The further he goes, the harder I cum. Win-win for me.
Scott came home and wanted to fuck. He was going to fuck me earlier for a video, but that got interrupted by an AC appointment. Scott has had his dick in me too much this month. It has been at least 4 times, probably more. So I said no. He started walking away, all butt hurt and such, but I stopped him. I told him to masturbate for me. He tried to say he didn't want to, but I know better. He followed my instructions as I told him how to jerk himself off. It must be humiliating being told how to jerk off by your wife while she rubs herself. When he came, it was a massive puddle in his hand. Thick, soupy sperm that had to be warm. It was fresh from his testicles. He tried to walk away again, but I didn't let that happen. I told him to eat it for me. He licked and started the old heave thing, and his hard dick went instantly soft. I wasn't having it. I told him to eat like he loved it or get out. He slurped the sperm that had just left his balls in front of his wife. What a fucking cuck, and I love him for it. I instructed him to lick his hand clean and to wipe the fucking jizz off his chin because he looked like a pathetic cock sucker. That's when I noticed his dick standing straight up again. Sad, but holy shit, that made my cunt a sloppy cum puddle. I married the right guy.
Anyway, back to Scott's dick getting too much action. Ryan and Bob have cum inside me more than Scott has. In fact, I don't think I let Scott cum inside me once. But neither Ryan nor Bob has fucked me more than Scott this month, and that's just not right. Scott has the right to be called my husband, but they own me and my pussy, not Scott. And Scott has had too much access to my kitty. It's my fault. I get worked up, and the theory any dick will do kicks in. It's not that he's a lousy lay. He's just not Ryan or Bob. He doesn't have the looks, the body, and definitely not the dick either of them has. I mean, honestly, other than being my personal bitch cuck, why do I need him? To be truthful here, I meant what I just said. I just hate the way it sounds. Scott has fallen into my sexual traps and can't get out. But, on the flip side, I have become addicted to Scott being my cuck. As awful as I am to him, I need him. Without him, my sex life wouldn't be remotely as good as it is. Still, I flirt with disaster by trying to further my relationships with Bob and Ryan. I want them to make me belong to them. Ask me to leave him for them. Another whacky sexual turn-on of mine. What I can I say, it makes me cum hard thinking about it.
I tried fucking someone today, but the AC repairman showed up. He wasn't all that, but his trainee was a hot, mixed 20-something chick. I'd have done her. Nothing came up that would suggest she would do me. It's hard to flirt when they show you the bill of how much it's going to be. Sticker shock. Anyway, the fucking has been put on hold. I was going to do a creampie video for someone today with Scott, so that went by the wayside. I was looking forward to it. He had to return to work, so I missed my window with him. Why not do it later tonight, you ask? During the week, after I eat dinner, then some ice cream, maybe some more junk, I don't want to shoot a video. I'll suck a dick, swallow some thick slimy ball snot, and take an internal sperm hose-down, but I don't want to film it. Why? I don't know. I just don't. I have only ever shot one porn for Reality Kings at night. It sucked. Not in a good way. So, yes, I enjoy fucking at night. In fact, I enjoy fucking at all hours of the night, but just not on film. It feels like an intrusion into my personal life. Yes! That is what I'm trying to say here. It's an intrusion into my personal life. A self-inflicted one that ruins the sex altogether. Shoot a video at noon, 3 pm, or 5 pm, and all is good. Let's get our cum on on video! After 6 pm, forget about it. Put the camera down and suck my clit like it was a dick bitch! Make me cum, and make me cum hard!
I am making it my mission to have a married man flood my insides via my asshole with sperm. Not just any married man. The overly happy, overly affectionate in public, such as the gym or grocery store, married man. Keep that mushy shit in the house. Nobody wants to see it. I will hunt her husband down the next time I see it. I will become his pump toy, get him addicted to cumming inside my body, and text pictures of his seed dripping out of me from his phone to hers. Actually, that sounds good. I kind of want to do that right now, even if they aren't that annoyingly overly affectionate couple.
I am super happy and not to mention proud that at 56, I use zero filters or edits to make me look younger and like a flat piece of plastic. Funny, even I am getting used to the matte plastic look we know and love.
Stupid story, but I'll tell you, anyway. It won't make your dick hard, so don't read it if that will annoy you. I went out with a few people yesterday. Significantly well know people in the world of porn. Collaborate, they said. They had seriously overdressed for the occasion.. Or maybe I was seriously underdressed. Who knows? Two minutes into "Let's shoot some content together," I was out. I have seen this a thousand times before. Scripted motion porn. "You do this, and I say that you do this, then I do that, then you cum." They were going to be running the show down to the last detail. I would do as they say. I said thanks, but not something I wanted to do. They were a bit shocked. Tried to sell me on it some more. Even asked if I was familiar with who they were. and told me how much money we would make if we followed their "system." They actually said they have a "system." Still, I said no, and they asked why I wasted their time. I thought about it, and they were right. I wasted their time. I knew what the sales pitch was going to be. I should have just said no via DMs. Maybe I just wanted to fit in with the relatively famous crowd. And I might have done it if it weren't for two things. Her man was too much to handle, and she was clearly lit. He's the one who's running the show. He answers all her messages and runs all her pages and social media accounts. She spreads her legs for whoever he tells her to do so. If that works for them, and it obviously does financially, then awesome sauce for them. If anyone were to get near my accounts, I would chop their fingers off before they could put a single stroke on the keyboard. That's my stuff. Keep your distance or else. So he totally turned me off. Then there was the high mattress actress doing the bobble sleepy head thing in an evening gown at a sports bar while drinking a Jack and Coke. That is a huge downer for me. I had put her on a pedestal before I met her, and now, she's just another chemically altered ding-dong stumbling along. I didn't want to be mean, even though her husband started getting a little annoyed with me for not agreeing to his "system." The place we were at, I know every server and bartender there...closely. So I called the big cheese over and told them to put the tab on me. I tipped the server, apologized for wasting their time, and hit the road. When I got home, I creeped on their Twitter account to see what they would write about me, but they blocked me. So I creeped harder and created a new account to see their tweets. Nothing so far. Maybe after this post comes out, I will get put on blast. I'm okay with that. I wasted their time, and I shouldn't have. I still have to go in and pay the tab. Hope they didn't order drinks for the entire bar! Just kidding. They wouldn't do that. At least, I hope not.
I often get asked why I like to put a dick in my mouth. Most of you have a dick, so it's hard to explain what it's like to hold one in your hand if you don't have one. Not to mention putting it in your mouth. The thrill I get from just touching a hard dick never lessens. Not one bit. Thousands of dicks later, I still feel like every one of them is my first one. Putting that cock in my mouth is like the ultimate thrill. It just feels right. Soothing and comfortable. Not to mention when the sperm leaves his testicles and gets fed to me through the head of his cock, he is leaving a part of himself inside of me. Part of him has now become part of me. How amazing is that? I mentioned earlier to Matt on here that I don't understand why sucking cock isn't more popular. I know many people do it, but a good portion of them are just going through the motions. Porn companies used to get annoyed at me because I spent lots of time holding, caressing, kissing, and making love to some dude's cock with my lips instead of just sucking it down like they wanted me to. I couldn't help it. They had great cocks. I wanted to get my cock high on, and they just wanted me to gag on it. Here nor there. I will suck a cock, eat the sperm, put the cock away, go home, and masturbate. That is a perfect evening for me. That's how much I enjoy a penis fucking my face.
My clit is growing. It's getting huge. The bigger it gets, the more I want it to touch a dick. Yes, my clit is so big the head touches the shaft of your dick when it's inside me. It rubs along the entire length of your dick when you slip it in and out. Think of it as one unbelievably long and amazingly pleasurable stroke that keeps going. I have a head on my clit, and it looks just like the head of a cock. If you stroke the rim of my clit head like I stroke a cock's head, it's pure joy. The bigger my clit gets, the better my orgasms are, and right now, that's scary. I am cumming so hard that I can't talk afterward. I'm not complaining. I'll keep riding the lightning. Life is good. Especially when you have a massive clit like I do!
Do I like getting fucked or fucking someone? I like them both. Nothing beats when Bob turns me into a cum sniveling little sissy whore begging for sperm while licking his testicles. I get an anxious twinge just thinking about it now. It makes me nervous. It's possible that I love it so much and want to become a cum craving idiot permanently, which is scary. I really could live the rest of my years out, begging Bob to let me suck the tip of his dick until it feeds me cum.
But then there is Paul. I could also get used to holding him down and fucking his asshole into oblivion three times a day. Do I cum from doing that? No. I cum from masturbating thinking about it. And I think about it a lot. There is so much more I want to convert Paul into that I genuinely believe I could spend a lifetime making and enjoying that conversion. My goal is to turn him into a pretty little girl who takes dick in her ass. I know. That's demented. I never said I was 100 percent sane. But seriously, how hot would that be? Turning a hot stud into a hot sissy chick whether he wants it or not. Seeing him give in and become the cock loving whore he was meant to be would be so sexually satisfying. To the point of scary. Do I think it will happen? No. But it doesn't mean I won't try, and I will get him as far along as I can. He looked so promising the other day, riding that dildo on the table, his hard dick standing straight up in the air. I was so proud of him. My little personal sissy boy.
My point in all of this? The older I get, the more I can't decide what turns me on. I'm increasingly getting turned on by things that I never thought would interest me. I like it. I like it very, very much. This could be a girl thing. You may need to be the owner of a pussy to understand this. I don't really know.
I already fingered myself off while sitting on the toilet and watching creampie videos on Twitter. I cum harder sitting on the crapper than lying in bed. Like a lot harder. How's that for a magical mystery?
I listened to an educated idiot theorize that life without women would be better. I commented that life without women would end up being a pain in the ass...literally. He asked what I meant. I said never mind. Some of you will ask me what I meant. "In the end," it's not worth explaining.
Someone told me it's a thing for gay men to wear matching clothing. I said that was stupid and wasn't true. I pointed to 2 police officers and said tell that to them.
I live in my house. My husband lives in his. That's how you do it, folks. I know. I'm a real cunt for making him do that. The thing is, it was his idea. I hated it at first. Now I get it. It's amazing. I wouldn't change it for the world. I like this guy more and more. The one reason I agreed to it initially was even though I promised I wouldn't do it...he knew I would eventually want to bring a guy home. How right he was. Since we got married, more men have fucked me in my house than my husband has. That sounds bad, but it also makes me tingle in the pussy just thinking about it. I thought I would share that with you. Let me know what you think about that.
I make mistakes when I type here. I spell shit wrong, and I call people by incorrect names. I do all kinds of weird shit. I get caught up on here, and details get left behind. I don't get upset when it's pointed out, and believe me, it often is. I realize that the readers of whatever crap I type out here get far more annoyed at my grammatical and story errors than I do. So my recommendation for what it's worth is to do what I do. Pretend I wrote it correctly. Then all is good.
Holy shit, it was hot today! Both inside and out. Inside of me, and outside the house, to be exact. I fucked Ryan today. It was the perfect fuck for a follow to Scott from yesterday. I came so much harder today. It was mind-bending and intense. I always cum harder when the camera isn't recording. I came yesterday, but I had to bend to his fantasies to get Scott to do it. I like his fantasies. I don't like being directed. I said and did everything Scott wanted to hear and do, even though it wasn't scripted. Feels made up, even though it's mostly true. Probably because he gave me suggestions about what he wanted me to say. It was silly because I say all those things on my own without being prompted. But that is a small price to get a good video with a solid cum dump at the end. I watched that cum shot in slow motion a dozen times. That was a hell of a single pump of cum. Wonder if his dick feels stretched after that?
Anyway, Ryan is a hunk. Not Bob style hunk, but good-looking. He wanted to know the odds of having a more serious relationship. He's like 30. I'm 56. He's married and has kids. I'm married, but in my case, that doesn't really count now, if you know what I'm saying. Not super good. But I lied to him and said we could pursue it and see where it goes. I'm not going to pass up a serious style fling with him. My pussy drools at the thought of him, and my pussy calls the shots these days. Scott will be fine if I move in with him for a month or two. Seriously. He will. Well, he will have to be now, won't he? That's the way things work around my household.
Ryan whispered in my ear all three times today if I wanted him to make me pregnant. I said yes each time, and he would cum each time. When I felt his sperm flooding my body, I would cum on his still cum-pumping dick. All three times. After the first breeding, he asked me if I really would like him to impregnate me. Hell, yes, I would. Not kidding. I would give anything to get knocked up by Ryan, Bob, and especially Connor. Why, you ask? How the fuck should I know? It turns me on. Turns my pussy into melted butter, thinking about it. I would guess it's most likely hormonal instinct, but why do I care what it is? All I care about is it turns me on to the point of desperation, and I like that. I often picture myself getting bred. I like to use the term "bred and breeding because that's how I see it. I like to think of myself bent over a table and some 25 yr old pumping hot, super fertile sperm into my body. Sperm that will change my body. Fuck. I'm turning myself on. Enough of that. Anyway. Paul. I will pursue a relationship with him. I want him to keep breeding me in the proper manner that he does. If he fucks up his marriage, that's on him. My pussy couldn't care less about any of that. It just wants to be bred. Just saying.
Morning. Getting things started. Not much new. Decent fuck yesterday with Scott. Wish it was with Bob or even Ryan, but sometimes you just got to take any dick when you're in a cock drought scenario. I'm sure the same thing goes with pussy. Ryan is going to be the dick of the day. He got away from his happy household for a while today, and that time will be spent seeding my insides with his sperm. I am looking forward to that.
I'm trying to find a good outfit for today. I don't feel like I'm dressing sexy enough lately. Others see it as the total opposite, but they are not the ones I'm trying to please. I'm trying to please myself and myself only. I don't care what other people think. Seriously, I don't. When I'm on my deathbed, I won't be the one looking back thinking, "Gee...I wish I had put more effort into making dicks hard." I know that sounds weird, but I like what I like. So let's see what my next "OMG did you see what she had on!?" outfit will be.
I begged Bob to pump his dick in all of my holes, but he couldn't get away from his wife. Yeah, I know. I'm being bred like a bitch in heat by a married guy. Who cares? All I know is when his perfect dick rearranges my guts via my pussy or asshole...I'm a happy bitch in heat. So I had to settle for Scott. Yes, I got off. Yes, Scott got me off. But it wasn't the same. Bob gets me off so intensely that I feel like I belong to him. Funny how a powerful orgasm can make you completely head over heels for someone. I do it all the time to guys. I find what makes them tick sexually, and I get in their head when we are fucking, and when they cum it's deep and scary intense, and then they want to marry me. Half of them are already married, and they want to marry me despite that. Sex is a powerful drug. There is no denying that. That's the same way Bob wrapped me around his dick. I know he's a complete tool, but when he makes me cum, he's the only man for me. Then an hour later, he's a complete tool again. Rinse and repeat. It's a vicious cycle, but I love it! His not fucking me worked to Scott's advantage today. I ended up sticking his dick inside of me. It was good, but it wasn't Bob's good. I let Scott know that.
The last installment of my time with Paul the other night!
We talked some more, and once again, his dick got hard. I had him get on his kitchen table and squat. I squeezed his balls. It's kind of my thing now since Bob had me do it. He rubbed the head of his hard dick for a few minutes while I told him how pretty he would look with tits. That made him cum which got on my shirt. He did the right thing and licked his sperm off of me. Then he asked if he should eat the rest of his jizz from his chest and table. I said you should never ask. Just do it. He did. I am seriously starting to like spending time with Paul. He may be kinkier than I am. I got out of there because we had spent two hours already and I had things to do. His kinks are highly addictive to me. They bring out a darker side which I am starting to enjoy. Maybe a little too much.
Alright. If you want to see how massive my clit gets and how swampy wet it becomes when fucked, the following several videos will do just that! Wait, Brooke, you say. What videos are these you speak of? Well...I got several videos you have never seen because I made them about half an hour ago. So, it would be kind of hard to have seen them before because of that. Just saying. They are a little peek into my bedroom and sex life with Scott. Yes, there is actual fucking and a massive plop of jizz some of you would probably love to slurp up. I'm going to split them up. Otherwise, it would be a 45-minute video, and nobody wants to watch a 45-minute porn. So, do me a favor, and try not to cum during the first video. Save it for the second one! I'll post part two later this afternoon or early evening.
I divided the second part of Paul's sissy transformation into multiple sections. He went from being a hunky trainer to someone who can only orgasm when wearing my panties and has a dildo in his anus. I'm pleased about this. Thrilled is a better word. Hope he doesn't end up with regrets because I won't. Of course, I'm not the one being transformed. Anyway, here is part 2 of 3.
We took a break. Talked about things. I asked Pual if he was gay now. He said he didn't know. I asked him if he wanted to be a girl. He said he didn't know. I asked him if he wanted to be an authentic porn-style tranny. He said maybe but didn't think he could go through with it. I told him I was there for him. And I am. But for my selfish reasons. If I could get Paul to get fake tits, take hormones, and turn himself into a chick with a dick, I would love that. I know. Sounds horrible. But knowing I altered a man's identity and changed the course of his life in such a massive way all because I sexually owned him in such a powerful way almost makes me cum just thinking about it. A few years ago, I would have backed off. Now, I'm ready to drive him to the plastic surgeon for tits. It's very selfish because it's purely sexual for me. I want to parade him around as my sissy bitch with tits. In front of his family, co-workers, and friends. I know. Rough. But it makes me wetter than fuck. I don't even let him fuck me. I don't want him to. I want some guy he competed with and doesn't particularly like to slip his dick in his asshole and take whatever is left of his manhood with each deep stroke of his cock while he laughs at Paul. Holy shit. Why does that turn me on so much? I am getting more demented by the day now. Anyway, I'll stop now. I have worked myself up too much about something that will probably never happen.
Paul got hard while we were talking. I asked him if he would mind fucking himself for me while I watched. Paul was happy to do it. He suction-cupped the colossal dildo on his coffee table, lubed it up, and made all 11 inches disappear like it was nothing. His dick was so hard it stayed flat against his belly. It was such a hot thing to watch. I was dying to cum, but I held off. I did touch myself now and then. I had to. It was too much not to. After a few minutes, his dick looked seasick, and heaved cum all over his chest and floor. It never got touched. It just started pumping long ropes of sperm without warning. He came like a girl being properly bred.
Here I sit watching creampie porn. So while I'm at it, here is a little update to show you my outfit and give you my general thoughts on the day.
So what happened with Paul Wednesday? I fucked his ass like it was a pussy with an enormous dildo I had. He took it just like I would have. With a smile on my face. Though his pussy is his asshole, and I would never be able to get reamed out the way he did. Paul is such a sissy beta boy now. It's not even funny. Six months ago, he was all burly, rough, tough, and all that good stuff. Now he's clean-shaven, head to toe, his big muscles are going away, and he smiles when I shove a dick in his ass. Weird how things can change so quickly. I wonder what his family thinks. Well, probably not much. He split up with his wife and lives in his own apartment now. He is such a beta sissy that I could hold him down and stick my huge rubber dick up his ass. He tried to get up, but I am stronger than him now. I love knowing I can do whatever I want to him, and he can't stop me. I'm too strong for him. It used to be the other way around. Now I'm flattening him out on the floor and giving him a massive hole that used to be his asshole from my huge strap-on. That's as close as I will get to know what it's like to be a guy and fucking someone. What a fantastic feeling. Paul took like it the little cunt he has become. He resisted it a bit at first, but his dick was hard like steel when I reached underneath him. I fucked him flat on the floor for five minutes with 11 inches of thick spongy dildo. When I was done, and he rolled over, the kitchen floor had a puddle of his sperm. The little bitch emptied himself and didn't want me to know it. I made him lick it up while I watched. I admit I was rubbing myself through my shorts.
Okay, this is going to go in different posts. Way too much went on with Paul for one post. So I'll keep going on the next one.
