Becoming A Slut Wife Edith
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Sylvia Dreams She Is Edith Piaf free porn video
This is a little bit about Sylvia, and how she builds her character and her personality from dreams she carries around in her head. She is sure she is going to become one of the most famous singers in the world, and the people who don't approve of her because of her kinks and outrageous appetite for sex will have to get over it! At s*******n, she goes out into the twisted world of Los Angeles to whore for Al Lombardi. He doesn't think she should do it, but she insists, and he is not above making money from her.
I was hired as the "talent" for a party. My particular "talent" was to pretend I was an eighth grader, little Brenda the "nympho" and to eagerly do any kind of sex thing that anybody there could imagine, with exceptions for poop, or blood or barf. Some guys actually get off by having a woman puke on them. Barf was high on my list of things I would never do, no matter how much money they offered me. I have to say, that my standards weren't very high, but at least I had some. I got fucked so many times, in so many different ways, that I lost my sense of balance. One guy with a small dick but a great sense of timing and better yet, an awareness of me, did me for a long time. I had an orgasm while he was still in me pumping away. I told myself I wasn't going to do that tonight. I had so many different cocks in me, and so much attention to my breasts, my ass, and every place between my legs, that it happened anyway. I started having small orgasms, and after an hour, I was coming hard with every new dick that went in me. I went off like a school locker full of cherry bombs! I wasn't planning to come at all that evening, I was planning to just float above it all, but here I was, my legs in the air, screaming my head off, pleading for more.
I was breathing ragged now, hoping to re-assert control. I thought that if I could get the party folks doing pee stuff, I could catch my breath and give everything between my legs a break. These guys and these women didn't know much about "pee" games. I knew a lot (for a 'girl was was pretending to be f******n).I got them all in the bathroom, six men and four women, me in the bathtub, to do this piss and cum orgy thing I had been wanting to try. I got onto my back on the white porcelain,turrned on the tap, and asked the women if they would crouch over me and have a little whizz.
I was hoping that what I wanted to do wasn't so far off the scale of their kink meters that they would be scared or too disgusted to continue. I should not have worried. Each woman squatted and pissed on me. My hair was soaked and the pee was dripping off my boobs and my chin. I knew they wondered if I was kinky enough to drink it. I'd been doing that since I was six years old with my sister. That was the easiest weird thing I did all night! I would get some in my mouth, roll it around like it was champagne, and make a show of gagging and spitting. If you were there watching, I think you might have been upset, but I enjoy being a bottom playing a sex slave role. The men were beating off and watching. I have a private little kink thing: I love to watch boys jack off! I was talking to them, teasing them. telling them where I wanted them put their jizz loads. I always use words like that. There is plenty of time in your life to sit with a fucking tea cup in your lap and be all fucking lady-like! I was sitting naked, in the tub, totally ready to get a big cum-load on my face. Before I could even formulate another thought about THAT, four or five of them came all over me at the same time!. Girls, that is a lot of semen! I wiped it off my cheeks,into my mouth and made a show of carefully licking my fingers. That seemed to get these guys excited. It didn't take long before more cocks were squirting all over me. I was a mess of water, beer, semen and urine. Two women pushed the guys out of the way so they could stand in the tub, piss on me while I had my mouth between their legs. When I agreed to do this party, I had made up my mind that, no matter what kind of sex was happening, I would float regally above as if I were my own guardian angel, serenely taking it all in. But I failed. I was so turned on now. I was masturbating like I had just invented it, three other women were in the tub with me, Doreen was trying to go down on me, and guys around the tub were still jacking off and getting cum all over me as if I didn't have enough! Doreen got pissed because my fingers got in her way. She moved around to tongue my ass, as if we did that every night! Guys were pissing on me or about to, other guys were jacking off close to my face, and I was in the middle, trying to hang on to the illusion that I could orchestrate this event. I never stopped being a performer. My problems came when I slid out of the role of ''Brenda'' and into the reality that it was it was me, Sylvia Greenburg, who was the young woman, naked in the tub, quite mad with lust for exactly this experience.. As you hear my story, you may form a negative opinion of me. I don't care what you think, but listen:
Do you remember the story of how I happened to own Edith Piaf's 1948 Oscar gown? My friend, who lived in a corner of a famous Hollywood mansion, had an aunt who was the main assistant to the famous dress designer Edith Head, it was her aunt who measured the women and who took all the precise measurements. From this, she came into possession of the gown designed for Edith Piaf, the immortal French singer. Somehow, this exquisite creation was given to me at a huge party on my sixteenth birthday. Ms. Piaf and I were the same size! There was nothing like an internet in those days, so a singer famous in the rest of the world was not well known in the United States. None of my friends even knew who she was, but my mom, a professional jazz singer, had told me all about her. She was tiny, like me, she had a lot of sorrows, but she was fearless and one of the greatest singers who ever lived. There was a reason I held on to Edith Piaf's gown. She had a lot of lovers, male and female, and in her era, she took a lot of crap for that. When asked about her personal life: "I am hurting no one. if you disapprove, so be it. As for me, I make no apologies, I have no regrets."
She was my model for who I hoped to be as a singer, artist and a woman.
My eyes were closed, my mouth was open, they were covering me, they were soaking me, I was a whore who soon would be counting three thousand dollars.
No regrets!
I was hired as the "talent" for a party. My particular "talent" was to pretend I was an eighth grader, little Brenda the "nympho" and to eagerly do any kind of sex thing that anybody there could imagine, with exceptions for poop, or blood or barf. Some guys actually get off by having a woman puke on them. Barf was high on my list of things I would never do, no matter how much money they offered me. I have to say, that my standards weren't very high, but at least I had some. I got fucked so many times, in so many different ways, that I lost my sense of balance. One guy with a small dick but a great sense of timing and better yet, an awareness of me, did me for a long time. I had an orgasm while he was still in me pumping away. I told myself I wasn't going to do that tonight. I had so many different cocks in me, and so much attention to my breasts, my ass, and every place between my legs, that it happened anyway. I started having small orgasms, and after an hour, I was coming hard with every new dick that went in me. I went off like a school locker full of cherry bombs! I wasn't planning to come at all that evening, I was planning to just float above it all, but here I was, my legs in the air, screaming my head off, pleading for more.
I was breathing ragged now, hoping to re-assert control. I thought that if I could get the party folks doing pee stuff, I could catch my breath and give everything between my legs a break. These guys and these women didn't know much about "pee" games. I knew a lot (for a 'girl was was pretending to be f******n).I got them all in the bathroom, six men and four women, me in the bathtub, to do this piss and cum orgy thing I had been wanting to try. I got onto my back on the white porcelain,turrned on the tap, and asked the women if they would crouch over me and have a little whizz.
I was hoping that what I wanted to do wasn't so far off the scale of their kink meters that they would be scared or too disgusted to continue. I should not have worried. Each woman squatted and pissed on me. My hair was soaked and the pee was dripping off my boobs and my chin. I knew they wondered if I was kinky enough to drink it. I'd been doing that since I was six years old with my sister. That was the easiest weird thing I did all night! I would get some in my mouth, roll it around like it was champagne, and make a show of gagging and spitting. If you were there watching, I think you might have been upset, but I enjoy being a bottom playing a sex slave role. The men were beating off and watching. I have a private little kink thing: I love to watch boys jack off! I was talking to them, teasing them. telling them where I wanted them put their jizz loads. I always use words like that. There is plenty of time in your life to sit with a fucking tea cup in your lap and be all fucking lady-like! I was sitting naked, in the tub, totally ready to get a big cum-load on my face. Before I could even formulate another thought about THAT, four or five of them came all over me at the same time!. Girls, that is a lot of semen! I wiped it off my cheeks,into my mouth and made a show of carefully licking my fingers. That seemed to get these guys excited. It didn't take long before more cocks were squirting all over me. I was a mess of water, beer, semen and urine. Two women pushed the guys out of the way so they could stand in the tub, piss on me while I had my mouth between their legs. When I agreed to do this party, I had made up my mind that, no matter what kind of sex was happening, I would float regally above as if I were my own guardian angel, serenely taking it all in. But I failed. I was so turned on now. I was masturbating like I had just invented it, three other women were in the tub with me, Doreen was trying to go down on me, and guys around the tub were still jacking off and getting cum all over me as if I didn't have enough! Doreen got pissed because my fingers got in her way. She moved around to tongue my ass, as if we did that every night! Guys were pissing on me or about to, other guys were jacking off close to my face, and I was in the middle, trying to hang on to the illusion that I could orchestrate this event. I never stopped being a performer. My problems came when I slid out of the role of ''Brenda'' and into the reality that it was it was me, Sylvia Greenburg, who was the young woman, naked in the tub, quite mad with lust for exactly this experience.. As you hear my story, you may form a negative opinion of me. I don't care what you think, but listen:
Do you remember the story of how I happened to own Edith Piaf's 1948 Oscar gown? My friend, who lived in a corner of a famous Hollywood mansion, had an aunt who was the main assistant to the famous dress designer Edith Head, it was her aunt who measured the women and who took all the precise measurements. From this, she came into possession of the gown designed for Edith Piaf, the immortal French singer. Somehow, this exquisite creation was given to me at a huge party on my sixteenth birthday. Ms. Piaf and I were the same size! There was nothing like an internet in those days, so a singer famous in the rest of the world was not well known in the United States. None of my friends even knew who she was, but my mom, a professional jazz singer, had told me all about her. She was tiny, like me, she had a lot of sorrows, but she was fearless and one of the greatest singers who ever lived. There was a reason I held on to Edith Piaf's gown. She had a lot of lovers, male and female, and in her era, she took a lot of crap for that. When asked about her personal life: "I am hurting no one. if you disapprove, so be it. As for me, I make no apologies, I have no regrets."
She was my model for who I hoped to be as a singer, artist and a woman.
My eyes were closed, my mouth was open, they were covering me, they were soaking me, I was a whore who soon would be counting three thousand dollars.
No regrets!
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