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My cock is so hard as I write this. Occasionally, one hand strokes while the other types.
Most guys love a good blowjob. Most guys are afraid to try a finger in the ass, but love it after they do. Most guys want a woman to be a total wanton slut or act like the nastiest whore of their wildest dreams. Most women aren’t loose enough to be that “hot” or that incredible of an experience.
I picture myself as everything I wish I could find in a slutty bitch. You know, a total nympho who really will do anything and then ask for seconds.
Before I tell you about what happened that particular time in the arcade I should tell you more about me.
I am in good shape and live as a “normal” man. I might be a little “athletic” for a really beautiful and slender woman, but I make up for any issues with looks by using a kinky attitude.
Since I don’t really think you care about my male looks I’ll describe myself as the whore who is Rebecca. I am just under six feet with heels. I have a perfectly curved ass that is very firm- a bi-product of bicycle riding and an active lifestyle. I am not super slim, but far from fat. I have naturally beautiful blue eyes. I have chosen to enjoy myself in red hair. I have been a blonde and a brunette, jet black, and a rather “frumpy” brown, but I have found that redheaded cross dressing whores, like me, are hotter looking. Most blondes are all for show and become as ditzy as real blondes. Most brunettes are either really hot or kinda chunky. The only other really hot hair color is black, but I look too Goth and I think auburn is sexier.
I generally wear all black. I have varied my look over the years and included red, white, purple, silver, and even a gold camisole, but black is the most stimulating and appropriate. I love the way I can find dried cum on black clothes. Black goes well pretty much anywhere…so black clothing is always my first choice. When I was younger and had fewer choices I went through a white phase, then a pink phase, a red phase, but I have always felt the most slutty in black. I have worn proper blouses, tube tops, camisoles, sweaters, and dresses. I had a secretary phase too. In fact, I still have a bit of a dirty secretary thing. Most of the time I wear the same black “slutty” outfits. Most of the time I can only go out and play for a night, so only having about one really hot outfit works out. I have always worn and still adore shear thigh-high stockings. I receive many compliments my legs from men and women. The stockings meet a leather six-point garter belt and waist cincher with twelve hooks in front. I am fairly slim and I wear this to accent my hips and ass. The cincher laces up in back and looks absolutely hot.
A couple of years ago I finally solved my tit problem. I had been using foam prosthesis tits, but now I use silicone tits. They are perfect. They feel real and even have a nipple. I can feel a person I’m fucking grab them from behind very well. Surprisingly enough, women are the most fascinated by them.
What I wear.
Over the tits I wear a 40c black Lycra / satin bra that was pricy and difficult to find at “Fredrick’s.” Of course, it was worth it, but that’s a good story for later. I mostly have done away with blouses and just started wearing either a black leather vest or a sheer black tight-sleeved half-shirt. Sometimes I include a 1 ½” thick black choker because it hides my Adam’s apple and looks really hot. I nearly always wear a pair of shiny Lycra shoulder length gloves. These are so great because they make my arms look more feminine and I think a little slutty too. Sometimes I add a leather bondage harness with several diagonal straps that accent my tits and connect to a snapped crotch piece that I use to hold a dildo in my ass when I go out. I don’t always wear it because it can get a little uncomfortable during some of my extended whore sessions. The harness looks really hot though. I always wear short skirts or tight cocktail dresses. I love my tight leather skirt, but I often use my red plaid school-gurl skirt or a black shiny vinyl micro-mini. These are really helpful when I am at an adult theater and need quick access. All of my skirts abruptly stop just where the stockings begin. I must be careful to cross my legs when I sit. My skirts allow great access to my hard cock and my boy-cunt. If it is cool I wear a loose below-the-waist black leather coat or maybe a tight bolero jacket.
What I go out with.
I only carry the essentials, a purse and a kinky attitude. My black leather purse is small but stocked with six to ten “super sensitive” condoms, lube, lipstick, mascara, car keys, my driver’s license, a pen and scrap of paper, and plenty of money.
How I look and my makeup.
As I said, I prefer Auburn hair as a slut. My wavy hair frames my painstakingly well made-up face. I use good cosmetics now days. I learned about foundation, covered by powder and blush on the hollows of the cheeks, under the jawline, and a dash on the nose. I have settled on darker colors for my eye shadow, a light lid color, then a darker accent of gray or even black with some deep blue and then pink-purples and even a bit of rouge applied half way between my lid and my brow. Then thin but dark eyebrows to add expression. All of this set off by my thick black lashes and modest black eyeliner.
But the part of my face that gets the most attention is my glossy dark red lips. They are only glossy until I get that first cock through them. I almost feel bad for some of the guys who went home with such slutty lip color on their underwear. I haven’t ever meant to mark their undies, but it has happened before and it will happen again.
My footwear.
I finally found some good shoes and some decent black boots too. My shoes are black patent leather spike-heeled 5” pumps (of course). A dominatrix taught me how to walk in them like a runway model and I am very comfortable in them. I found my boots by chance at an outlet mall and they are calf-length and have a sturdy heel, which is handy for long nights on the street or…wherever.
I discovered my ‘look’ through trial and error, not to mention a lot of private masturbation sessions. I feel so slutty dressed up, my heels “click-clacking” following behind someone that I am going to suck off or bend forward for.
I prepare myself for hot slutty sex using a good shaver, a douche, lube, and a thick black dildo and anal plug. I have learned the importance of proper cleaning before the action, before becoming a whore.
Yeah, I am a whore, I don’t really charge any money for service or play, but I am definitely a whore. I love the taboo and degrading nature of the word. For me it implies a total loss of inhibition and a purposeful use of flesh for sexual gratification. Although I have actually been paid for sex on several occasions, I am not a true prostitute.
I really like the name though. Whore! I’m such a whore! Let me be your whore tonight. Gimme that black dick and make me be your white whore. I’m a good little whore. Mistresses, the whore has been bad. I love being a slutty little whore.
Back in the comforting darkness of the arcade’s parking lot, after introducing myself to John, the guy who’s cum I had just swallowed, he quickly gave me his phone number. As he walked out of the parking lot to his car I reapplied my lipstick-no gloss, and fixed my hair. His car was parked across the street and he nearly had an accident as he quickly drove away, but he smiled and waved at me as I was about to enter the arcade. I winked back and pulled the door open.
I noticed the clock said 2:40. I had sucked him off in about five minutes. Nice.
I paused momentarily in the counter area and showed my stamp from earlier. It had almost worn off from the fuck session I’d had with the guy I left with almost two hours ago.
The guy on the counter recognized me though; he’d been working earlier and watched me leave, oh and, I’d sucked him off under the counter on a whim months ago. Of course we never mentioned it but even though he was kind of heinous (fat and dumpy) I had been really turned on by sucking off as he served patrons. He told me the manager had caught him, but it never really went anywhere. He had a thin and relatively short but really fat and stiff cock.
He smiled at me and sighed in mock disbelief as he shook his head he said, “Back for more, huh?”
All I did was give him a partial smile and walked away toward the arcade booths.
I rounded the corner and started seeing the leering gay/bi men checking me out. I “browsed the stock” and walked back toward the more private area of the arcade. Some of the booths were totally private- there was no glory hole or “buddy screen” or Plexiglas. Some men were watching with their doors cracked open, which served as an invitation to play. A couple of cute, but un-endowed younger boys were even openly advertising their wares and stroking in plain view.
I walked up on a nice straight-looking middle-aged man who was stroking an 8” cut stiff one. He looked at me with a weird nervous look that is strangely common in these places, as though some how if I were a cop or some other kind of threat it wouldn’t be too late. I simply looked at his hand moving and licked my upper lip. I looked up at his eyes and stepped a little closer. I reached out and firmly held his cock with my left hand and asked him in my hot femme voice “Do you want some head?”
He looked me over once more and then nodded. I reached over and held his firmness while I pivoted into the booth, my back to the homosexual exploits being shown on the screen. He closed and locked the door. I undid his belt and kneeled like a cocksucking slut should. I took care to avoid the cum drops all over the floor.
He undid his pants and dropped them. I pulled his underwear out of the way and looked at his cock. He looked very clean. I stroked his cock gently. Mmmmm, yummy. Nice and clean, I thought. I fished my lube out of my purse and set it on the floor next to my left knee. I licked him from balls to head and then began sucking him. With my left hand I worked my own 7 ¾” cock out of my panties. I found my lube and opened it. I turned it upside down and squeezed some out onto my hand and then closed it, set it down, and began stroking. I felt so good, maybe like a vampire (if they’re real) must feel when she receives that first taste of blood. I had his ample cock filling my mouth and was sucking him as I stroked. My right hand closed the top of the lube and then joined my mouth and firmly stroked his lower cock.
“Mmmmmm, Mmmmm” I hummed and moaned as I sucked him back and forth. I felt his veined shaft move in and out. I tasted his pre-cum and made a special moan. I lifted my mouth off him for a moment and said, “Mmm, you taste sooooo good, Mmmm!”
“Oh Gawd, you’re so fucking good,” he replied. Then his head tilted back and his eyes rolled shut.
I tightened my lip pressure and worked my tongue around the bottom of his cock head.
He leaned his head forward and pleaded, “Not so fast, I want it to last, I don’t want to cum yet…”
“Mmmmm,” I paused in total rapture, and looked up like a slut and said, “I want your cum in my hot mouth, fuck my mouth, use me!…Mmmmmm!” Then I leaned forward and moaned as I went down on him. I sucked him even better and a little faster. I felt the cool floor against my knees. I was being such a slut to this stranger. I needed to taste his cum. I stroked my cock almost to my own orgasm and slowed. I sucked him smoother and used my tongue even more. I sucked him like a professional whore and I loved every second of my fantasy cum scene.
Then he started to orgasm. He moaned sharply and leaned further forward and throbbed. His cum flowed like an exploding fire hose. Shot after shot blasted into my mouth and coated my dirty little throat. I slowed down to an almost complete stop just to let him throb and enjoy the orgasm.
Finally he eased back and I let him go. He focused on me…in front of him on the floor like a degraded whore. I stroked my hardness and played with his cum in my slutty little mouth. I hadn’t decided what to do with it, spit or swallow, but he made my mind up.
“Can I watch you swallow that?”
At that moment I nodded and stroked myself in the dim light of the porn movie. I showed him his load for the one and only time he would ever see it. I moaned and stroked and leaned my head back and moaned again as his cum went down my throat. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Mmm hmm.”
He was still pulsing his grip on his cock when I lowered my head down to look up into his eyes and smile wickedly at him. I knew he was very sensitive right now. I smiled and slowly leaned my mouth forward again and closed my lips around his cock to finish his orgasm off properly.
I didn’t always do this. Only when I liked them or they had done something that had turned me on or occasionally when I was in a bit of a sex frenzy and about to cum- I love cumming with a cock in my mouth. In his case he had turned me on by unexpectedly asking me to swallow. What a pervert. I loved it. I made his little fantasy come true even hotter by gently sucking him till he was soft.
“Thanks for cumming in my mouth, honey, I loved it,” I said with a smile as I stood. As I opened the booth door and let in some refreshing cool air, I thought to myself, now I need a good fucking.
My cock is so hard as I write this. Occasionally, one hand strokes while the other types.
Most guys love a good blowjob. Most guys are afraid to try a finger in the ass, but love it after they do. Most guys want a woman to be a total wanton slut or act like the nastiest whore of their wildest dreams. Most women aren’t loose enough to be that “hot” or that incredible of an experience.
I picture myself as everything I wish I could find in a slutty bitch. You know, a total nympho who really will do anything and then ask for seconds.
Before I tell you about what happened that particular time in the arcade I should tell you more about me.
I am in good shape and live as a “normal” man. I might be a little “athletic” for a really beautiful and slender woman, but I make up for any issues with looks by using a kinky attitude.
Since I don’t really think you care about my male looks I’ll describe myself as the whore who is Rebecca. I am just under six feet with heels. I have a perfectly curved ass that is very firm- a bi-product of bicycle riding and an active lifestyle. I am not super slim, but far from fat. I have naturally beautiful blue eyes. I have chosen to enjoy myself in red hair. I have been a blonde and a brunette, jet black, and a rather “frumpy” brown, but I have found that redheaded cross dressing whores, like me, are hotter looking. Most blondes are all for show and become as ditzy as real blondes. Most brunettes are either really hot or kinda chunky. The only other really hot hair color is black, but I look too Goth and I think auburn is sexier.
I generally wear all black. I have varied my look over the years and included red, white, purple, silver, and even a gold camisole, but black is the most stimulating and appropriate. I love the way I can find dried cum on black clothes. Black goes well pretty much anywhere…so black clothing is always my first choice. When I was younger and had fewer choices I went through a white phase, then a pink phase, a red phase, but I have always felt the most slutty in black. I have worn proper blouses, tube tops, camisoles, sweaters, and dresses. I had a secretary phase too. In fact, I still have a bit of a dirty secretary thing. Most of the time I wear the same black “slutty” outfits. Most of the time I can only go out and play for a night, so only having about one really hot outfit works out. I have always worn and still adore shear thigh-high stockings. I receive many compliments my legs from men and women. The stockings meet a leather six-point garter belt and waist cincher with twelve hooks in front. I am fairly slim and I wear this to accent my hips and ass. The cincher laces up in back and looks absolutely hot.
A couple of years ago I finally solved my tit problem. I had been using foam prosthesis tits, but now I use silicone tits. They are perfect. They feel real and even have a nipple. I can feel a person I’m fucking grab them from behind very well. Surprisingly enough, women are the most fascinated by them.
What I wear.
Over the tits I wear a 40c black Lycra / satin bra that was pricy and difficult to find at “Fredrick’s.” Of course, it was worth it, but that’s a good story for later. I mostly have done away with blouses and just started wearing either a black leather vest or a sheer black tight-sleeved half-shirt. Sometimes I include a 1 ½” thick black choker because it hides my Adam’s apple and looks really hot. I nearly always wear a pair of shiny Lycra shoulder length gloves. These are so great because they make my arms look more feminine and I think a little slutty too. Sometimes I add a leather bondage harness with several diagonal straps that accent my tits and connect to a snapped crotch piece that I use to hold a dildo in my ass when I go out. I don’t always wear it because it can get a little uncomfortable during some of my extended whore sessions. The harness looks really hot though. I always wear short skirts or tight cocktail dresses. I love my tight leather skirt, but I often use my red plaid school-gurl skirt or a black shiny vinyl micro-mini. These are really helpful when I am at an adult theater and need quick access. All of my skirts abruptly stop just where the stockings begin. I must be careful to cross my legs when I sit. My skirts allow great access to my hard cock and my boy-cunt. If it is cool I wear a loose below-the-waist black leather coat or maybe a tight bolero jacket.
What I go out with.
I only carry the essentials, a purse and a kinky attitude. My black leather purse is small but stocked with six to ten “super sensitive” condoms, lube, lipstick, mascara, car keys, my driver’s license, a pen and scrap of paper, and plenty of money.
How I look and my makeup.
As I said, I prefer Auburn hair as a slut. My wavy hair frames my painstakingly well made-up face. I use good cosmetics now days. I learned about foundation, covered by powder and blush on the hollows of the cheeks, under the jawline, and a dash on the nose. I have settled on darker colors for my eye shadow, a light lid color, then a darker accent of gray or even black with some deep blue and then pink-purples and even a bit of rouge applied half way between my lid and my brow. Then thin but dark eyebrows to add expression. All of this set off by my thick black lashes and modest black eyeliner.
But the part of my face that gets the most attention is my glossy dark red lips. They are only glossy until I get that first cock through them. I almost feel bad for some of the guys who went home with such slutty lip color on their underwear. I haven’t ever meant to mark their undies, but it has happened before and it will happen again.
My footwear.
I finally found some good shoes and some decent black boots too. My shoes are black patent leather spike-heeled 5” pumps (of course). A dominatrix taught me how to walk in them like a runway model and I am very comfortable in them. I found my boots by chance at an outlet mall and they are calf-length and have a sturdy heel, which is handy for long nights on the street or…wherever.
I discovered my ‘look’ through trial and error, not to mention a lot of private masturbation sessions. I feel so slutty dressed up, my heels “click-clacking” following behind someone that I am going to suck off or bend forward for.
I prepare myself for hot slutty sex using a good shaver, a douche, lube, and a thick black dildo and anal plug. I have learned the importance of proper cleaning before the action, before becoming a whore.
Yeah, I am a whore, I don’t really charge any money for service or play, but I am definitely a whore. I love the taboo and degrading nature of the word. For me it implies a total loss of inhibition and a purposeful use of flesh for sexual gratification. Although I have actually been paid for sex on several occasions, I am not a true prostitute.
I really like the name though. Whore! I’m such a whore! Let me be your whore tonight. Gimme that black dick and make me be your white whore. I’m a good little whore. Mistresses, the whore has been bad. I love being a slutty little whore.
Back in the comforting darkness of the arcade’s parking lot, after introducing myself to John, the guy who’s cum I had just swallowed, he quickly gave me his phone number. As he walked out of the parking lot to his car I reapplied my lipstick-no gloss, and fixed my hair. His car was parked across the street and he nearly had an accident as he quickly drove away, but he smiled and waved at me as I was about to enter the arcade. I winked back and pulled the door open.
I noticed the clock said 2:40. I had sucked him off in about five minutes. Nice.
I paused momentarily in the counter area and showed my stamp from earlier. It had almost worn off from the fuck session I’d had with the guy I left with almost two hours ago.
The guy on the counter recognized me though; he’d been working earlier and watched me leave, oh and, I’d sucked him off under the counter on a whim months ago. Of course we never mentioned it but even though he was kind of heinous (fat and dumpy) I had been really turned on by sucking off as he served patrons. He told me the manager had caught him, but it never really went anywhere. He had a thin and relatively short but really fat and stiff cock.
He smiled at me and sighed in mock disbelief as he shook his head he said, “Back for more, huh?”
All I did was give him a partial smile and walked away toward the arcade booths.
I rounded the corner and started seeing the leering gay/bi men checking me out. I “browsed the stock” and walked back toward the more private area of the arcade. Some of the booths were totally private- there was no glory hole or “buddy screen” or Plexiglas. Some men were watching with their doors cracked open, which served as an invitation to play. A couple of cute, but un-endowed younger boys were even openly advertising their wares and stroking in plain view.
I walked up on a nice straight-looking middle-aged man who was stroking an 8” cut stiff one. He looked at me with a weird nervous look that is strangely common in these places, as though some how if I were a cop or some other kind of threat it wouldn’t be too late. I simply looked at his hand moving and licked my upper lip. I looked up at his eyes and stepped a little closer. I reached out and firmly held his cock with my left hand and asked him in my hot femme voice “Do you want some head?”
He looked me over once more and then nodded. I reached over and held his firmness while I pivoted into the booth, my back to the homosexual exploits being shown on the screen. He closed and locked the door. I undid his belt and kneeled like a cocksucking slut should. I took care to avoid the cum drops all over the floor.
He undid his pants and dropped them. I pulled his underwear out of the way and looked at his cock. He looked very clean. I stroked his cock gently. Mmmmm, yummy. Nice and clean, I thought. I fished my lube out of my purse and set it on the floor next to my left knee. I licked him from balls to head and then began sucking him. With my left hand I worked my own 7 ¾” cock out of my panties. I found my lube and opened it. I turned it upside down and squeezed some out onto my hand and then closed it, set it down, and began stroking. I felt so good, maybe like a vampire (if they’re real) must feel when she receives that first taste of blood. I had his ample cock filling my mouth and was sucking him as I stroked. My right hand closed the top of the lube and then joined my mouth and firmly stroked his lower cock.
“Mmmmmm, Mmmmm” I hummed and moaned as I sucked him back and forth. I felt his veined shaft move in and out. I tasted his pre-cum and made a special moan. I lifted my mouth off him for a moment and said, “Mmm, you taste sooooo good, Mmmm!”
“Oh Gawd, you’re so fucking good,” he replied. Then his head tilted back and his eyes rolled shut.
I tightened my lip pressure and worked my tongue around the bottom of his cock head.
He leaned his head forward and pleaded, “Not so fast, I want it to last, I don’t want to cum yet…”
“Mmmmm,” I paused in total rapture, and looked up like a slut and said, “I want your cum in my hot mouth, fuck my mouth, use me!…Mmmmmm!” Then I leaned forward and moaned as I went down on him. I sucked him even better and a little faster. I felt the cool floor against my knees. I was being such a slut to this stranger. I needed to taste his cum. I stroked my cock almost to my own orgasm and slowed. I sucked him smoother and used my tongue even more. I sucked him like a professional whore and I loved every second of my fantasy cum scene.
Then he started to orgasm. He moaned sharply and leaned further forward and throbbed. His cum flowed like an exploding fire hose. Shot after shot blasted into my mouth and coated my dirty little throat. I slowed down to an almost complete stop just to let him throb and enjoy the orgasm.
Finally he eased back and I let him go. He focused on me…in front of him on the floor like a degraded whore. I stroked my hardness and played with his cum in my slutty little mouth. I hadn’t decided what to do with it, spit or swallow, but he made my mind up.
“Can I watch you swallow that?”
At that moment I nodded and stroked myself in the dim light of the porn movie. I showed him his load for the one and only time he would ever see it. I moaned and stroked and leaned my head back and moaned again as his cum went down my throat. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Mmm hmm.”
He was still pulsing his grip on his cock when I lowered my head down to look up into his eyes and smile wickedly at him. I knew he was very sensitive right now. I smiled and slowly leaned my mouth forward again and closed my lips around his cock to finish his orgasm off properly.
I didn’t always do this. Only when I liked them or they had done something that had turned me on or occasionally when I was in a bit of a sex frenzy and about to cum- I love cumming with a cock in my mouth. In his case he had turned me on by unexpectedly asking me to swallow. What a pervert. I loved it. I made his little fantasy come true even hotter by gently sucking him till he was soft.
“Thanks for cumming in my mouth, honey, I loved it,” I said with a smile as I stood. As I opened the booth door and let in some refreshing cool air, I thought to myself, now I need a good fucking.
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