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Squirting Jizz Out of My Ass Like Diarrhea!
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Sunday, March 4, 2012
Golf Dad, BBC, talkative throat-fucker, and Golf Dad again (and again)
Yesterday I cruised all day and only got one cock, one of my regulars. He is an older, handsome guy who has gone a little pear-shaped. He looks like a doctor or lawyer, somebody's dad. This day he was wearing a cap that said "Golf Dad" on it, so that's what I'll call him from now on. He's the one who sticks his cock through the gloryhole and waits for somebody, anybody, to suck it. He doesn't like any real mouth action -- just wants you to hold your mouth slack like a pussy while he gently fucks into it. Remember that guy? I've sucked him off maybe fifty or sixty times over the years, probably given him more orgasms than his wife (he has a wedding ring).
Anyway, I had just about given up on sucking any cock yesterday -- had been to all the bookstores. I was out at Showboat, which is in Louisville, a place I hardly ever go, and he showed up. He had been in a gloryhole booth, obviously fruitlessly. As soon as he saw me, he obviously recognized me as one of his cocksuckers. He went into a booth and left the door open (there are only a couple of gloryholes at Showboat, and they were both occupied, at least on one side or another). I followed him in there. Given the way he likes to be sucked -- just fucking gently into a passive mouth -- a gloryhole is really a much better way to service him. It was awkward without the wall between us. He eventually sat down and I just held my mouth on his cock while he tensed and untensed his butt muscles, which was apparently enough friction to make him cum.
That was yesterday.
The first load I took today was from a very big black cock that fucked me through the gloryhole at the bookstore in Indiana. Seemed like he took an hour or two! Probably just twenty or thirty minutes. It was huge. He had one of those cocks that is as thick as a wrist -- and similarly shaped, sort of oval. At least ten inches long. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked, all the way in and all the way out. Once he realized that he could take it all the way out and still get it back in easily, he really pounded me hard. I held on for dear life! Actually, after the first ten minutes or so, I was sloppy enough to be able to push back with every thrust. We had a nice back and forth rhythm working between us. He was wearing a condom, but after he came, he let me take the condom and keep it. He sort of demanded that I take it and keep it, actually, wordlessly: he presented his cock through the hole, still wearing the condom, and waited there until I took it off of him. I ate the load out of the condom, and then spit a little bit of it out onto my hand and rubbed it into my asspussy.
Right now, as I am writing this, I still feel that fuck, like when you come out of the ocean and you still feel the waves around you. My Ass Is Jelly right now! When I sit I feel squishy!
Next was a talkative white guy in a striped shirt. "You like that, don't you?" I went into the booth with him. Forced his cock all the way down my throat (it wasn't that large, and I took it easily, but it wasn't my idea to do so when it happened) and shot his load, just like that. He said, "That didn't take long."
Golf dad showed up again today! I sucked him again, this time through a gloryhole! I love to suck Golf Dad! This time, after he came, he stayed in the booth, and I went and made a few circuits. When I went to check back up on him, he stuck his cock through the hole again, and I took another load off of him!
Anyway, I had just about given up on sucking any cock yesterday -- had been to all the bookstores. I was out at Showboat, which is in Louisville, a place I hardly ever go, and he showed up. He had been in a gloryhole booth, obviously fruitlessly. As soon as he saw me, he obviously recognized me as one of his cocksuckers. He went into a booth and left the door open (there are only a couple of gloryholes at Showboat, and they were both occupied, at least on one side or another). I followed him in there. Given the way he likes to be sucked -- just fucking gently into a passive mouth -- a gloryhole is really a much better way to service him. It was awkward without the wall between us. He eventually sat down and I just held my mouth on his cock while he tensed and untensed his butt muscles, which was apparently enough friction to make him cum.
That was yesterday.
The first load I took today was from a very big black cock that fucked me through the gloryhole at the bookstore in Indiana. Seemed like he took an hour or two! Probably just twenty or thirty minutes. It was huge. He had one of those cocks that is as thick as a wrist -- and similarly shaped, sort of oval. At least ten inches long. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked, all the way in and all the way out. Once he realized that he could take it all the way out and still get it back in easily, he really pounded me hard. I held on for dear life! Actually, after the first ten minutes or so, I was sloppy enough to be able to push back with every thrust. We had a nice back and forth rhythm working between us. He was wearing a condom, but after he came, he let me take the condom and keep it. He sort of demanded that I take it and keep it, actually, wordlessly: he presented his cock through the hole, still wearing the condom, and waited there until I took it off of him. I ate the load out of the condom, and then spit a little bit of it out onto my hand and rubbed it into my asspussy.
Right now, as I am writing this, I still feel that fuck, like when you come out of the ocean and you still feel the waves around you. My Ass Is Jelly right now! When I sit I feel squishy!
Next was a talkative white guy in a striped shirt. "You like that, don't you?" I went into the booth with him. Forced his cock all the way down my throat (it wasn't that large, and I took it easily, but it wasn't my idea to do so when it happened) and shot his load, just like that. He said, "That didn't take long."
Golf dad showed up again today! I sucked him again, this time through a gloryhole! I love to suck Golf Dad! This time, after he came, he stayed in the booth, and I went and made a few circuits. When I went to check back up on him, he stuck his cock through the hole again, and I took another load off of him!
Monday, February 20, 2012
2 More Loads: Skinny Santa and Mistaken Identity Guy
February 1, I sucked off an older guy with a long white beard, like a skinny Santa. I was in the booth with him. He waited until he was just ready to cum and then shoved it all the way down my throat. Ugly like my previous two tricks, but he had a nice cock and the right attitude, I gotta say that.
I didn't get any more cock until February 6, but that was a very hot night.
There was this young, twenty-something sexy kid, tall and skinny, with a scruffy little beard, who kept going into booths without gloryholes and locking the door. I and all the bitches were going crazy to try to get him. He was wearing white pants and a black sweater. I noted this, because sometimes it helps to be able to identify a guy very, very quickly, if you're just peeking through the hole. Some guys don't like to see you actually looking at them -- they like for it to be completely anonymous, they like to imagine that you have no idea who they are -- so if you know there's a hot guy in the place, and you know what he's wearing, you can establish that it's him on the other side of the gloryhole without actually sticking your eyeball all the way up to the hole and giving away that you know what he looks like.
You gotta get him on the other side of the gloryhole first though.
This one would stay in a booth locked up by himself for a while, then leave the booth, make a circuit around the halls, and go to a different booth. And lock it.
After a while all the bitches, including me, got tired of chasing him.
At some point in the evening I noticed that one of the gloryhole booths had somebody in it, and its companion booth was empty, so, as always, I checked. A quick glance through the hole -- discreetly, not putting my eyeball up to it, because of what I said just previous -- revealed a guy wearing, yes!!!! -- a black sweater and white pants. Before I had a chance to even celebrate, he hauled a fat, long cock out of his pants and put it through the hole.
I sucked it for a while but I could tell I wasn't making any progress. I mean, it stayed hard, but it just wasn't responding to the blowjob. It was just there, and hard, and whatever. I decided to take a chance and impale my ass upon it. You never know if this is going to work out or not, especially with the skittish ones -- but blowing him was wearing me out. I would be there all night, I figured, if I tried to get him off with my mouth.
So I pulled down my pants and backed up onto it. He immediately started fucking as hard as he could into my hole. Guys whose cocks are as big as his don't usually expect to encounter an asspussy as turned out as mine, capable of taking it without any trouble, and tend to go hogwild when they do.
He pulled out.
I dropped down quickly to look through the hole.
He had cum -- there was a little droplet of it hanging off of the head. I motion with my fingers through the hole, but he didn't give it to me. He wiped his cock off with a napkin and started getting dressed.
I rushed out of my booth, still pulling my pants up, and stationed myself in front of his booth to make sure I got once last lingering look at him before he left, because he was so hot. I wanted to savor it.
And he came out.
And it was a different guy wearing a black sweater and white pants.
He was hot, though: shaved head, tattoos on his neck, super-muscular. He was maybe even hotter than the guy I had thought he had been. Just not the guy I thought it had been. This made me laugh. It made me feel like a whore. I love feeling like a whore.
I did get three more loads that night, one of them may or may not have been from the scruffy bearded kid (I think it was him, but I'm not completely sure). More on those in a little bit!
I didn't get any more cock until February 6, but that was a very hot night.
There was this young, twenty-something sexy kid, tall and skinny, with a scruffy little beard, who kept going into booths without gloryholes and locking the door. I and all the bitches were going crazy to try to get him. He was wearing white pants and a black sweater. I noted this, because sometimes it helps to be able to identify a guy very, very quickly, if you're just peeking through the hole. Some guys don't like to see you actually looking at them -- they like for it to be completely anonymous, they like to imagine that you have no idea who they are -- so if you know there's a hot guy in the place, and you know what he's wearing, you can establish that it's him on the other side of the gloryhole without actually sticking your eyeball all the way up to the hole and giving away that you know what he looks like.
You gotta get him on the other side of the gloryhole first though.
This one would stay in a booth locked up by himself for a while, then leave the booth, make a circuit around the halls, and go to a different booth. And lock it.
After a while all the bitches, including me, got tired of chasing him.
At some point in the evening I noticed that one of the gloryhole booths had somebody in it, and its companion booth was empty, so, as always, I checked. A quick glance through the hole -- discreetly, not putting my eyeball up to it, because of what I said just previous -- revealed a guy wearing, yes!!!! -- a black sweater and white pants. Before I had a chance to even celebrate, he hauled a fat, long cock out of his pants and put it through the hole.
I sucked it for a while but I could tell I wasn't making any progress. I mean, it stayed hard, but it just wasn't responding to the blowjob. It was just there, and hard, and whatever. I decided to take a chance and impale my ass upon it. You never know if this is going to work out or not, especially with the skittish ones -- but blowing him was wearing me out. I would be there all night, I figured, if I tried to get him off with my mouth.
So I pulled down my pants and backed up onto it. He immediately started fucking as hard as he could into my hole. Guys whose cocks are as big as his don't usually expect to encounter an asspussy as turned out as mine, capable of taking it without any trouble, and tend to go hogwild when they do.
He pulled out.
I dropped down quickly to look through the hole.
He had cum -- there was a little droplet of it hanging off of the head. I motion with my fingers through the hole, but he didn't give it to me. He wiped his cock off with a napkin and started getting dressed.
I rushed out of my booth, still pulling my pants up, and stationed myself in front of his booth to make sure I got once last lingering look at him before he left, because he was so hot. I wanted to savor it.
And he came out.
And it was a different guy wearing a black sweater and white pants.
He was hot, though: shaved head, tattoos on his neck, super-muscular. He was maybe even hotter than the guy I had thought he had been. Just not the guy I thought it had been. This made me laugh. It made me feel like a whore. I love feeling like a whore.
I did get three more loads that night, one of them may or may not have been from the scruffy bearded kid (I think it was him, but I'm not completely sure). More on those in a little bit!
Monday, January 23, 2012
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