She Likes It Full

Some guys I like. Some guys I tolerate. Then there are the guys I’d actually fuck in real life if I didn’t like being such a whore (and also money yafeel). One of these fine specimens happens to be a murder cop somewhere on the east coast. Cops like whore pussy too, although I will swear that they don’t. (No I won’t, they all do.) That’s what makes this system so stupid. There is an entire set of men who are frustrated and aggressive and have no outlet for it. If only consensual sex between two adults was legal (it is but not when you like being compensated for having to look at a constant stream of dick pics). I digress.

Anyways he gave me an idea for a blog post today and wanted me to write about it. So, instead of writing about this as a “fantasy” or something that I’d like to do I’m just going to write about it in my diary as though I’ve just finished being railed to near death by ten hung, gorgeous men, and filled with load upon load of never ending cum shots from magical ball sacs that never run dry. This is my dream (actually - are you listening Goddess?).

Dear Diary,

Something happened today and I honestly can’t get my head wrapped around it yet or my legs to close properly. Not kidding, I have a stitch in my right leg that I think may be permanent. That’s what Dolf said after he slowly caressed it with his long mediterranean fingers. It all started innocently enough when I caught a flight to Miami and wound up on the same flight as the National Rugby Team. You’d never know it but those guys are fucking beasts. I mean, who really has ever heard of Rugby anyways? So anyways, I was on this flight and Dolf (he’s my favorite) invited me back to his room at the Marriott Courtyard hotel but I declined. A bitch doesn’t get gang banged in a Marriott Courtyard. I told him he could come see me at the Ritz Carlton (I mean, nothing is too good for me amirite?) and he said he would. I told him to bring some teammates because I wasn’t sure just one cock would be enough to get me off. He said he would and oh my god, Diary, he did.

First of all let me say that if you’re going to try and fuck ten guys in an afternoon you better be hydrated. I’m not talking about one bottle of San Pellegrino, I’m talking about two jugs of water, gallon size. Make sure you’re drinking water all day because otherwise ya puss gonna dry right the fuck up and no amount of man lube (spit) is gonna fix it. Everything is better with lube also. Lots of lube. I know, I know, but what about all the cum… that shit dries up and gets sticky so… LUBRICATE. Rolf shows up and all these hung men are meals in themselves, and I’m ready to get fucked. I ordered a lot of stuff from room service because everyone knows men have to eat when they ejaculate it’s in the bro bible. Like bro rule number seventy five or something. So they’re all shyly standing around with their dicks in their hands so I figure little ol’ me has to get the party started.

I gave Wolf a blowjob and wrapped my lips around his entire cock, swallowed it, and licked his magical ball sac. As soon as the tongue flashed out the other guys knew this was for real and got with the program. Dicks were getting tugged on and somehow my hands ended up with one in each and alternating cocks in my mouth. It was heaven. Heaven. I’m talking, literally heaven on earth having that many fine cocks to wrap my pretty pink lips around. I wasn’t going to wait long to get fucked though. Did you know that if you get a suite at the Ritz Carlton they include a big ass dining table? I don’t know what they think is gonna happen on it but I guarantee most people aren’t setting that thing with fine china. I made sure to Clorox the entire top before I laid my ass on it anyways.

So in my cunt Golf goes and there’s two guys standing on either side of my head. There’s a line out the door, seriously it went into the other room the living room wasn’t that big, and I’m just laying there like a happy heifer in the hen-house. Bolf actually came in about four minutes which was disappointing but at least he left a super creamy load in my pussy. I have no idea who any of the other guys were as far as names are concerned so I won’t even bore you with made-up ones. In quick succession there were four different cocks in my pussy and four yummy loads streaming down into the very expensive carpet I did not care about ruining.

I needed more though and asked that we go to the bedroom so I could get one cock in my pussy and one in my ass. That was a mistake. I’m not a slim girl and trying to get two cocks in my very tight holes when my ass takes up one full airplane seat wasn’t going to work. I was going to have to settle for one cock in my ass at a time. I needed it though and begged for the next guy to really fuck my asshole as hard as he could. To my surprise it was a very hung Samoan guy at the helm who just took my ass and sent me into orbit. He pounded me into next week and that’s where the leg injury occurred. I’m certain of it. The cocks started to blur at this point because I’m not really sure anyone could compare to the deep ass dicking I’d just gotten from the 6’4” Samoan dude but I did get three more loads in my ass and six more in the pussy. It was a round robin of cocks with the goal being my two pretty fuck holes. One guy asked to cum in my mouth but I disdainfully told him that was not on the menu today. Pussy or asshole only. He decided he wanted to cum in my pussy and I am glad. They all left about an hour ago after smelling up the bathroom but I’m not sorry. I’d do it again in a heartbeat but maybe with businessmen rather than jocks. I’ll have to find a Heart Surgeon convention and turn them all into loyal Daddies. As for right now I’m going to take a bath and try to get this leg to settle down. I don’t have workman’s compensation and I can’t really claim “injured while being gang banged” on a medical form. I think.

Until my next adventure,


20 August 2019

Dear Diary,

Today has been a frustrating day and it’s not even over yet. At the start of today I had several confirmed sessions and one by one the cancellations started rolling in. It is frustrating because I was very much looking forward to taking some cock since I had to ditch on my last tour from being hurt.

Woke up at six o’clock with a stomach ache and spent an hour and a half tending to that little situation in the confines of my ladies room. Thank god for the Squatty Potty. Was planning on getting showered and ready for the day but then I started getting the cancellations and decided fuck it. Today’s going to be a sweatpants and t-shirt kind of day. I already told my PA she could work from home so she’s not coming to the office today and I have the whole house to myself. Tried to do some writing but I’m in too pissy of a mood and am being bitchy. When I want cock, I realllly want cock. Have too many work functions this week to spend time trying to match someone and honestly, fucking without getting paid doesn’t do it for me anymore. All those guys think they’re god’s gift to the world and I should be grateful to be fucking them. Doesn’t work like that. I much prefer the guys who worship me like the goddess I am and then fuck me like the cum slut I was made to be.

Had a super interesting conversation earlier with someone who was curious about how I got my “training” and after telling them they sent me a link to report crimes in GA like I’m going to report every family member who has had their dick inside me. Would make for a super fucking lonely Thanksgiving. I was talking about my mythical child (that I will never have cuz/barren) that I’d like to raise the same way I was and feel super judged…like - can I not have fantasies and talk about them to people anymore? What people don’t get about this is that in this fantasy, where I raise my mythical daughter in the same manner - I’m the daughter. This is about me and my needs, my wants, and what turns me on about my experiences. Most people who have family incest fantasies don’t want to inflict the same type of lifestyle on another generation (hello - childless/barren) but we thoroughly love reliving our own experiences. Full grown, well adjusted, thinking adults try very earnestly to NOT do things against the law. It’s a thing. (Well besides being a fucking whore but that’s totally different and should not be illegal).

Just finished making some pasta for lunch, and even though I don’t need it and should kill my frustration in the gym, I’m going to eat this entire fucking bowl covered in pesto sauce and then go take a bath. Hopefully grounding myself in some natural elements like epsom salt and water will help me lose the attitude and set my mind right to get some writing done today. If you feel a particular way about this please feel free to message me on snapchat.

Love, Casey

On Taking Candy

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I went with Daddy to a camp ground in Tennessee. We got here in the morning so I had lots of time to play while Daddy set up the tent and made the whole campsite fun. He said not to talk to anyone while I was swimming at the lake we’re camping on and I didn’t for a really long time. He came to swim with me and we wrestled for a bit in the water. He found a spot where there weren’t any people and fucked me really slow with my legs around his waist in the water. It felt so good since we weren’t able to fuck while Daddy was driving us up here. I loved the way it felt in the water it’s the first time he’s fucked me in a lake before since there aren’t any at home I can go in.

After fucking for a while Daddy came inside me and when he pulled out all his cum kind of floated up. It was pretty funny. After that we had late lunch and then went on a hike. While we were hiking we met a couple of people and Daddy spent the longest time ever talking to a guy who worked for a cruise line. I think he was trying to get a free vacation. After the hike we came back to the campsite and Daddy made dinner for us and I cleaned up all our clothes. The tent looks really comfortable and I’m excited to sleep next to Daddy for three whole days and nobody will know that I’m more than just his little girl.

After dinner last night Daddy said I should take a quick dip in the lake to get clean after our hike and I took my towel, and soap with me to do what I was told. There was nobody at the lake but me for a while. I was in the water rinsing my hair when I heard someone at the edge of the shore and one of the guys we saw while we were hiking was watching me from the edge of the water. He told me to come out of the water and I did as I was told. Daddy told me I am not allowed to disobey men when they talk to me. I almost hid my body from him but decided it was okay if he looked at it. As soon as I got out of the water he pulled me down and dragged me closer to the bushes. I didn’t struggle or cry out and it only took a few minutes before he had me pinned down face first on the ground.

It did NOT feel good. He pushed me directly into some rocks and I got scraped up pretty bad. I did not struggle. Daddy told me that if a man ever tried to rape me that I was to obey everything that he said and never struggle. That men deserved to rape me if they wanted to. That I was just a woman and women weren’t allowed to refuse men no matter what.

It really hurt. I wasn’t wet and he was not being gentle, but even so I started to get wet and push back against him and I moaned a few times. I guess he realized I was enjoying it because he stopped pushing on my head and took his hand off my mouth. I pushed back against him and spread my legs as wide as I could so he could get all the way inside me like Daddy had trained me to do. I pushed my hips up and he hammered his cock into my twelve year old pussy. It felt so good and so bad all at the same time.

It didn’t take him long to cum inside me and as soon as he did I turned my head around and kissed him on the mouth and said thank you. He stood up and just looked at me for a few minutes before walking away and didn’t say anything. I was a little disappointed. Maybe he wanted me to resist more. Maybe I’ll cry and resist more tonight if he comes to rape me again. Since we’re staying here three nights I wonder if he’ll try to rape me again. I hope so, it’s his right as a man, after all.