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?).
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,