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Not so long ago I was sucking and fucking strange men on a daily basis. I called myself Craig's List Candy because I found most of my partners there. I use to sit at work all day long just waiting for the moment that I could clock out and go home to search Craig's List for my next hunky boy toy.
Once I made it home through rush hour traffic, I would immediately smoke a bowl and then take a shower to prepare for my naught encounter. After preparing myself and my apartment, I logged on to CL and posted an ad for a BBC (big black cock), sometimes just a cock. I put a lot of thought into my ads and expected a lot of responses, as I always did.
For hours, I would sit at my computer and screen each and every response. The e-mails started flooding in and I couldn't possibly keep up with all them. I had a large selection to choose from. Me being a size queen and a party girl...I always chose the one with the biggest cock, darkest skin, and equipped with party supplies.
The brothers love a busty blonde BBW and I took full advantage of it. Some of them showed up thinking they were going to rough me up and fuck a hole right through me, but I shocked a lot of them by being even more aggressive and hungry than they were. I treated a lot of men like the meat they were to me. I didn't even bother asking for names.
One right after another, a new cock would show up for me to devour and ride like a whore in heat. I sure loved wearing them out and sending them home. Although I wasn't always hosting at home. I would meet them in their hotel rooms, sometimes in the pitch black darkness with no names or faces. Just hard core anonymous fucking with a stranger.
I consider myself an ethical slut. I always used protection and chose my partners carefully. I was out of control and I didn't care. I love the thrill of the hunt. I love the first time encounter. I love the unpredictability of the moment and the heat of passion with a stranger.
One of the hottest moments I had was with a Marine who happened to be working part time as a hotel Manager. He responded to an ad I had posted for a Marine with dog tags. I had a fantasy of sucking a huge cock wrapped in dog tags that I really wanted to fulfill. So of course, I posted an ad on CL and wasted no time in finding someone local that could fulfill my fantasy.
Within 2 hours I was in my car with a wet pussy, driving to the Red Roof. I called my best friend, a former FWB, to let him know that I was on my way to meet a cock and I provided him with the usual information. He was my go to guy for anything. I would let him know when I was going to a hotel to meet someone and provide him with the room number and the name of the man I was about to meet. If he didn't hear from me in 2 hours, he was to call the police. Luckily he never needed to.
I pulled up into the parking lot of the Red Roof and called the Marine to let him know I was there. He told me to come up to the room and just walk right in. So I walked up to the room and did as i was told. As soon as I walked into the room the Marine grabbed me from behind and squeezed my tits so hard while pulling me against him. While biting my neck he started to peel my clothes off without saying a word. Just biting and hard breathing. I could feel his muscular frame pressed against my back and his huge arms wrapped tightly around me. One arm at a time would peel another article of clothing of while the other arm held onto me. I was so scared, but so aroused at the same time.
The Marine finally got all my clothes off and pushed me down on the bed, then walked to the bathroom in darkness. I could hear him rustling around in a bag of some sort, then I the jingling...
That sound, the jingling I longed for. The sounds of thin metal plates clanging together like slave bells ringing. The sound of dog tags. Just the sound nearly made me cum. It was like a dinner bell for a fat girl. I was ready to ravish him or be ravished. I wanted to be violated in the worst way. Man handled by a muscular Marine.
He walked back into the room and at that moment I got a glimpse of his rock hard body and shaved head. He was so fucking hot and so huge. I was about to get everything I had hoped for and more.
The Marine laid down on the bed as he wrapped the dog tags around his cock and balls. Just like I requested. I wanted the tags to dangle over his balls so they would jingle as I sucked his cock. '
Once the tags were in place I wasted no time in diving right in. My chin instantly hit the metal plates and made them jingle. With every thrust they would ring for me like I had done something victorious. A reward for reaching the bottom. With each thrust into my throat the Marine moaned and bucked forward to go as deep as he could. I matched his rhythm deep wet throat plunges. He seemed to get harder and harder with every plunge. Once his cock was rock hard, I wrapped it with a condom and started to climb right on. However, the Marine had another plan for me.
He grabbed the back of my hair and yanked me to the side as he took his place behind me. I felt the dog tags press against my pussy lips and ass. Suddenly my head and face was being pushed into the pillow as the bull entered me from behind with a forceful push and a primal yell. Jingle, jingle, jingle! His strong hands grabbed my hips as he fucked me hard and rough. With every thrust his dog tags beating against my body. Pulling my hair again he pulls my head backwards as he uses my hair for leverage to fuck me harder. Taking turns to spank me and pull my hair again.
Slam, slam, slam! He nearly pounded me into the next room as I screamed "Fuck me Marine, harder"
He fucked me brutally for no more than 20 minutes before he came abruptly with victorious growl. I was paralyzed and panting, wanting more!
The room became silent as we both laid there panting. I lift my head off the pillow but, my face was still there. My mascara and eye liner were smudged all over the pillow along with perfect wet lips pressed into the pillow case.
I had hoped for another round but, all trysts must come to an end and my soldier had served his country once again for fucking a wonton whore in heat.
Oorah!
I made my way off the bed and to my feet as he laid there with his eyes closed. In the narrow ray of light peaking between the curtains, I saw his muscular body once again. This time I noticed the tattoo covering his entire back. An American Eagle with a banner underneath that said "Live to ride, ride to live"!
I think that is great advice! I live to ride and ride to live. Cock that is!
Whether I'm on Craig's List or not...a slut is always a slut and cock candy is what I crave.
Once I made it home through rush hour traffic, I would immediately smoke a bowl and then take a shower to prepare for my naught encounter. After preparing myself and my apartment, I logged on to CL and posted an ad for a BBC (big black cock), sometimes just a cock. I put a lot of thought into my ads and expected a lot of responses, as I always did.
For hours, I would sit at my computer and screen each and every response. The e-mails started flooding in and I couldn't possibly keep up with all them. I had a large selection to choose from. Me being a size queen and a party girl...I always chose the one with the biggest cock, darkest skin, and equipped with party supplies.
The brothers love a busty blonde BBW and I took full advantage of it. Some of them showed up thinking they were going to rough me up and fuck a hole right through me, but I shocked a lot of them by being even more aggressive and hungry than they were. I treated a lot of men like the meat they were to me. I didn't even bother asking for names.
One right after another, a new cock would show up for me to devour and ride like a whore in heat. I sure loved wearing them out and sending them home. Although I wasn't always hosting at home. I would meet them in their hotel rooms, sometimes in the pitch black darkness with no names or faces. Just hard core anonymous fucking with a stranger.
I consider myself an ethical slut. I always used protection and chose my partners carefully. I was out of control and I didn't care. I love the thrill of the hunt. I love the first time encounter. I love the unpredictability of the moment and the heat of passion with a stranger.
One of the hottest moments I had was with a Marine who happened to be working part time as a hotel Manager. He responded to an ad I had posted for a Marine with dog tags. I had a fantasy of sucking a huge cock wrapped in dog tags that I really wanted to fulfill. So of course, I posted an ad on CL and wasted no time in finding someone local that could fulfill my fantasy.
Within 2 hours I was in my car with a wet pussy, driving to the Red Roof. I called my best friend, a former FWB, to let him know that I was on my way to meet a cock and I provided him with the usual information. He was my go to guy for anything. I would let him know when I was going to a hotel to meet someone and provide him with the room number and the name of the man I was about to meet. If he didn't hear from me in 2 hours, he was to call the police. Luckily he never needed to.
I pulled up into the parking lot of the Red Roof and called the Marine to let him know I was there. He told me to come up to the room and just walk right in. So I walked up to the room and did as i was told. As soon as I walked into the room the Marine grabbed me from behind and squeezed my tits so hard while pulling me against him. While biting my neck he started to peel my clothes off without saying a word. Just biting and hard breathing. I could feel his muscular frame pressed against my back and his huge arms wrapped tightly around me. One arm at a time would peel another article of clothing of while the other arm held onto me. I was so scared, but so aroused at the same time.
The Marine finally got all my clothes off and pushed me down on the bed, then walked to the bathroom in darkness. I could hear him rustling around in a bag of some sort, then I the jingling...
That sound, the jingling I longed for. The sounds of thin metal plates clanging together like slave bells ringing. The sound of dog tags. Just the sound nearly made me cum. It was like a dinner bell for a fat girl. I was ready to ravish him or be ravished. I wanted to be violated in the worst way. Man handled by a muscular Marine.
He walked back into the room and at that moment I got a glimpse of his rock hard body and shaved head. He was so fucking hot and so huge. I was about to get everything I had hoped for and more.
The Marine laid down on the bed as he wrapped the dog tags around his cock and balls. Just like I requested. I wanted the tags to dangle over his balls so they would jingle as I sucked his cock. '
Once the tags were in place I wasted no time in diving right in. My chin instantly hit the metal plates and made them jingle. With every thrust they would ring for me like I had done something victorious. A reward for reaching the bottom. With each thrust into my throat the Marine moaned and bucked forward to go as deep as he could. I matched his rhythm deep wet throat plunges. He seemed to get harder and harder with every plunge. Once his cock was rock hard, I wrapped it with a condom and started to climb right on. However, the Marine had another plan for me.
He grabbed the back of my hair and yanked me to the side as he took his place behind me. I felt the dog tags press against my pussy lips and ass. Suddenly my head and face was being pushed into the pillow as the bull entered me from behind with a forceful push and a primal yell. Jingle, jingle, jingle! His strong hands grabbed my hips as he fucked me hard and rough. With every thrust his dog tags beating against my body. Pulling my hair again he pulls my head backwards as he uses my hair for leverage to fuck me harder. Taking turns to spank me and pull my hair again.
Slam, slam, slam! He nearly pounded me into the next room as I screamed "Fuck me Marine, harder"
He fucked me brutally for no more than 20 minutes before he came abruptly with victorious growl. I was paralyzed and panting, wanting more!
The room became silent as we both laid there panting. I lift my head off the pillow but, my face was still there. My mascara and eye liner were smudged all over the pillow along with perfect wet lips pressed into the pillow case.
I had hoped for another round but, all trysts must come to an end and my soldier had served his country once again for fucking a wonton whore in heat.
Oorah!
I made my way off the bed and to my feet as he laid there with his eyes closed. In the narrow ray of light peaking between the curtains, I saw his muscular body once again. This time I noticed the tattoo covering his entire back. An American Eagle with a banner underneath that said "Live to ride, ride to live"!
I think that is great advice! I live to ride and ride to live. Cock that is!
Whether I'm on Craig's List or not...a slut is always a slut and cock candy is what I crave.
Myra
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