Forward: This story is complete fiction. It’s part of a book I have written about a character oddly enough named Gypsy. Please enjoy, but understand, none of this is real.

Have you ever been bitten and felt a pang of excitement? A small wave of pleasure as the teeth pushed into your flesh? She hadn’t until a recent client, and then, my addiction began. He paid an extra ten grand to bite her in addition to the usual suck and fuck. She’s had a few bite her in the past, but nothing could compare to this one.

 Arriving at the hotel ten minutes early, Gypsy smiled the moment she walked into the building. If you could afford to stay here, your bank account was something she wouldn’t mind raping a few times over. Since going out on her own from the agency, she was more exclusive with her clients now. She could afford to be picky these days.

 The place covered in chandeliers, and dripping money, Gypsy fit right in. She was a Kennedy, and old money trumps new money every day of the week. Her family had more influence on the economy than any other, but tonight, she was just a whore looking to get paid for her services. Nothing wrong with the oldest profession in the world, right?

 “Miss Kennedy, you’re expected in room 247 for your meeting,” said the desk clerk.

 Gypsy wondered if he knew what she was going to the room for a meeting this late in the day? Probably not, but when she thought about how dirty it was, she was already slightly excited. On the way to the second floor, she took a moment in the elevator to pull her nipples to a stiff peak. You only get one chance to make that first impression. Gypsy sucked in a deep breath, her teeth raking over her bottom lip, she shivered from head to toes in anticipation.

 As the exited the elevator, the door to the room opened, her client filling the doorway with his massive frame. He was at least a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. For a first time meeting, she found this man intriguing and hadn’t even spoken yet.

 “Miss Kennedy, I’ve been expecting you. Come in,” he said.

 He had a slight British accent, and the suit he wore tailored, not off the rack. Gypsy knew the difference.

 “As I told you, tonight would be quite different for you. I would like for you to remove all of your clothing and return. You may leave the articles in the bathroom on the counter. There will be hangers for you to use,” he said.

 She did as told, removing each article of clothing and inspecting her body once before rejoining the male. Usually, she would add some perfume, but tonight, he requested all perfume and lotion omitted. It wasn’t that he was allergic, but most of those taste horrible.

 As he moved through the room, his hand found hers. His eyes were avoiding Gypsy’s body, though the normal man would find her breathtaking. The was nothing ordinary about this man.

 “I want you to lay on the bed on your stomach. I have placed two pillows on the bed. You will bend over them and expose your backside to me,” he ordered. “Once you are there, you will not move, though you are allowed to moan and whimper. No screaming. We don’t want to alert the other hotel guests, do we?” he asked, though no reply expected.

 A simple nod given, she laid across the bed, her ass in the air, and her hands gripping the bedding out of habit, not need. His clothing removed from her view. She felt the breeze on her flesh with each item he took off. Curiosity had her shaking over every inch of her body. It’s always the unknown that puts you on the tallest ledge. She was on edge the moment he climbed on the bed behind her, his nose trailing from her ankle to that cute little crease below her ass. The warmth of his breath covered her entire body in a blanket of chills. Her fingers knotted tighter in the sheet, and he hadn’t even bit her yet. The first rake of his teeth brought a small yelp from her lips, though it didn’t hurt. It was the shock of the pressure that sent waves of lust flowing through her veins.

 “Oh fuck,” she growled.

 With a quick slap to her ass, he would warn her for the first time. He did not believe that a woman should ever use profanities. She would learn quickly for every action, there is a reaction, and she might not always like what he used as a reinforcement. His teeth claimed the spot that now held his handprint. He bit down until the marks of his teeth were in the middle of the palm. For dental record purposes, the scores were flawless. She would check later to see if any teeth were longer than the others. Maybe this man thought himself to be a vampire. Would blood be drawn tonight? She hoped it would.

 “Do you like to be bitten?” he asked.

 Nodding her head, she acknowledged that she did, but for Gypsy, it was more so that she liked to bleed for someone. The scar that would forever be on her should prove that. “I do,” she whispered, her head now tilted to the side, resting on the crisp white pillow.

 His teeth claimed the other side of her ass; this time, he forced his teeth to break the skin. A small river of blood pooling in the crack of her ass. Her tiny asshole now a pool of crimson honey. The more it filled, the more his mouth slurped at her asshole, his tongue pushing inside to make sure he devoured every drop of the fluid.

 “Please,” she cried, “Please bite me again. Harder!”

 From one thigh to the next, his teeth pressed into her flesh, each time cutting her with the stark white blades inside his mouth. If she cried, his hand reminded her of the directions she was to follow, and if she moaned, a finger danced over her swollen clit. When the small bundle of pleasure erect, he pushed her knees up and claimed the treasure with his teeth. A shake to the right and left scared her more than death. She loved sex, and cumming was something she had become addicted to having. Even when alone, she would make sure her day started and ended with an orgasm. Releasing, he sucked the honey button into his mouth, stimulating her until she cried out in relief, her cunt juices pouring from her pussy walls.

 She pushed her mouth to the pillow to muffle screams. Every inch of her body felt like the tip of a match resting on her flesh.

 His cock in his hand, he stroked, smearing the head with her blood. It wasn’t until he was ready to cum did he force his cock into the throbbing walls of her cunt, fucking her until he shot every drop of cum deep inside of her throbbing pussy walls. The night ended with her covered is teeth prints and twenty grand in her bank account. It wasn’t a bad day at work for the young woman.

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HFO = Hands Free Orgasm.

I often wondered how this was possible, but then someone showed me just how easy it was to go hands free. As humans we have 5 senses that control the better part of our lives. Touch, taste, sound, smell, and sight. What happens when you remove one of them from the masturbation equation? Well, you adapt and figure out other ways to get the relief you desire. Orgasms are a very important part of a healthy life.

5 ways to Hands Free Orgasm relief

• Oral or penetration sex- Imagine sex without the use of your hands. The mouth, penis, and vagina are the only parts of the body allowed to be used. The use of the tongue is a powerful drug. Some master it, and others tolerate. A lot of that can be due to the way a person was raised, or fear of a unpleasant taste. Fear can keep you away from some of the greatest joys in life.
• Humping- Using an object or furniture to stimulate the genitals is one of the oldest forms of masturbation. Remember the first time you brushed against something and a rush of heat filled your body? Cool sheets on a nude body have led to many nocturnal emissions. Don’t forget the arm of the couch, or even slipping between two mattresses. There isn’t a safer sex than humping something that can’t tell all your dirty little secrets.
• Sexual Fantasies- Let your mind be your guide. This includes fantasizing, porn, and audio stimulation. Guess what else can be used? A VR is perfect for this. Plug in and unload.
• BDSM- Blind folds, dirty talk, and spanking are all part of the BDSM game. Nipple stimulation including ice, clamps, and pinching have given their fair share of hands free orgasms.
• Erotic Hypnosis- Erotic hypnosis is similar to guided meditation, where a guide leads you through the experience. One suggestion is to use pre-recorded audio to take you to your desired release.

Remember, with a little help from the imagination there are many ways to achieve a hands free orgasm.

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Below is the questions asked, and the results.

Hair

Black: 50%

Brunette 20%

Redhead 10%

Blonde 20%

Tits

A 25%

B 30%

C 30%

D 15%

Weight

95-110 – 20%

110-150 – 60%

150-200 – 15%

200+ 5%

Height

This was to broad to pick. Most said from 5 ft to 6 ft.

Shaved/Bald

No hair – 15%

Bush – 85%

Dominate/submissive

Most agreed that a dominate/aggressive woman would be their preference.

Are you surprised? I can honestly say that I am a little surprised. When we think of the All American woman most would say busty, blonde, with a tiny waist and a big butt. As you can see, that wasn’t the response with the men that I questioned.

According to Vocal Media the list of perfect women include:

Kim Jai-Soo

Zendaya

Deepika Padukone

Bella Hadid

Hande Eurcel

Gal Gadot

Margot Robbie

Emma Watson

Priyanka Chopra Jonas

Lily Collins

My ideal of the perfect woman is a little different than these, though all are beautiful. If I had to choose one woman that to me was the most outstanding in looks, it would be Vivien Leigh. Her beauty was unmatched, but it was her sass that really sunk me. In the role of Scarlet O’Hara she was a force to be reckoned with. Mouth, brash, and knew how to drive a man wild. Those eyes could melt the soul, but the wickedness behind them was devastating.

In all honesty, is there really a perfect woman? No, but some will still take your breath away and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!

For fun I asked AI to make me the perfect woman using a generator. What do you think?

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Since the beginning of time, the fight between good and evil has been prevalent in the Catholic church. Most of it swept under the rug, well, until recent years. With the uncovering of molestation, the entire religion took a brutal hit from the believers and the non-believers—most of them taking a step back until the world moved on to its next conflict. The Catholic church is now under investigation for the sexual contact between Priests and young male parishioners. At Sacred Heart, that is only the tip of the iceberg where the abuse begins and ends.

Vanessa knew the moment she walked into the small chapel where the Nuns prayed she was in for the fight of her life. Someone opened the doors for the Devil and offered a soul to take. A young nun in exchange for a large amount of cash. What is one life when you have twenty more waiting to take her place?

As she entered the small foyer, the first thing Vanessa noticed was the aromatic scent of smoke. Not incense, but cigar smoke. It was pungent and burned her nose the moment she shut the oversized wooden door. There is no smoking allowed on the church grounds, and this was a place not accessible to anyone but the church staff. Heaven forbid, a Priest was not polluting himself with something as vile as smoking a cigar.

“Hello?” she called out. The doors to the main chapel opened only a crack. “You can’t smoke in here? It’s a church,” Vanessa added. As she stood frozen in place, the sound of a male clearing his throat came from the other side of the door. There was someone in there.

“Come in here, Sister,” the voice called out.

Vanessa stood for a moment. She knew the moment she opened the door, she would come face to face with the evilest being. Were the bowels of hell on the other side of the door and the scent she smelled flesh burning from the souls he stole? Or had someone made their way off the streets and ended up in the chapel? Was the voice the fear that she felt rushing through her veins, or was the male a temptation she could never resist? The questions boggled her mind with not only fear, but curiosity. To be lured to the other side of the wall is a test of faith and willpower. At 18, Vanessa was weak in both areas.

“Sister, you will do as I say,” he called out again. A soft tap of fingertips on the polished wood inside the chapel echoed out into the front of the building. The man is losing patience, and though unknown to the young nun, that is the last thing she wants to happen. An idle mind is the Devil’s playground, and though this man lives on the topside of the earth, his connections to hell run deep.

Vanessa slowly advanced, the tips of her fingers tapping on the doorknob. It’s something you do when you fear fire on the other side of the wall. Noticing it was cool, she slipped inside the room, not bothering to open the door any farther. Her petite frame allowed her to glide in without effort. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the change in light, but when they did, she noticed the man sitting at the front of the church. A billow of smoke rising from his lips. He sat there like a King without a crown.

“You can’t smoke in here. The Mother Superior strictly forbids anyone other than members of the church in this portion of the grounds. I can show you to the other church if you wish,” she spoke in a meek voice.

A loud burst of laughter radiated from the front of the church as the male ashed his cigar on the carpet of the old building. His eyes never diverted from the young nun who graced him with her presence. He knew she was attractive, but this girl had the face of an angel, and he was sure that under that bullshit the church forced her to wear, she was exquisite. He could almost taste the honey that poured from her core. Surely, he could smell her cunt through each layer of clothing.

“I can assure you that your Mother Superior has no reason to punish me for smoking here. She’s busy sucking the dick of the Bishop right now, so let’s leave her be, okay?” said the male. As he lifted his cigar to his lips again, she noticed the ring on his finger. Unable to make it out, Vanessa knew that was something special. Maybe this man was not the Devil after all, but then again, was he a wolf in sheep’s clothing? “Come forward and pray for me, sister. I am a sinner, and you need to ask God to forgive me for my indiscretions,” he laughed. Snapping his fingers to get her attention, he pointed to the ground in front of him where he sat.

“Down on your knees. You will take communion from me today,” he smirked.

Vanessa shook her head back and forth, her knees trembling as she advanced, “Please don’t ask this of me. I can’t do this.”

Sitting up, he pulled his zipper down, removing his flaccid cock from his pants. “Get on your fucking knees before I rip the back of your throat out with the head of my dick!”

Tears pouring down her cheeks, Vanessa advanced to kneel between the legs of the man, her eyes on his cock. She knew he intended to hurt her, and she feared the pain that came from within his soul. As Vanessa wrapped her hand tight with the rosary, the young nun moved in, her tongue slithering up the thick underbelly of his massive member. If he was this large at a soft stage, she knew when his erection raged on that she would taste blood in her mouth. Nothing about this man hinted at being loving and sensual.

Using the hand that held the cigar, he wrapped his fingers in the back of her veil. He slowly pushed her mouth down on his dick, not stopping until her warm oral cavity fully engulfed the semi-hard member. A soft growl and his hips pushed up to force the young nun to whimper for air. “Suck my cock, you fucking whore. Suck my dick for Jesus,” he laughed, releasing his hand only to ash the cigar in the middle of her back. His hand quickly went back to the veil she wore, holding it tight as his balls smacked her chin.

Gargles of saliva in her throat, Vanessa felt the tears pouring down her cheeks. She was gagging and choking when his cock reached the full erection, suddenly tasting the copper as it poured down her throat. He had no mercy on the young girl. As her nostrils flared, she fought for each breath she took, not knowing if that would be her last.

Grunting with every thrust, the male pulled back, leaning down to spit on her saliva-covered face. “In the name of God, forgive this little fucking slut for taking the seed of someone other than her husband,” he growled, pushing her head back down in his dick. Three more thrusts and the cum spilled from the head of his dick, ropes of heat flooding her throat. He would not stop until his balls once again sagged with relief.

Pouring from her mouth and nose, the semen of from man stained Vanessa with unbearable heat. Falling back, the young Nun lay on the chapel floor, her eyes fixed at dilated on the stained glass of the ceiling. Were the figure etched in glass laughing at her, or praising her for a job well done?

The male stood and pushed his cock back into the confines of his tailored slacks. As he hovered over the young nun, he pinched the cigar to collect up some of the ash with one finger. Leaning down, he placed the cross on her head with the soot, smirking. “I’ll make my donation on the way out. It was a good prayer session, Sister.”

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The night was cloaked in velvet shadows, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked cobblestones and distant whispers. In the dim glow of antique streetlamps, the city pulsed with a rhythm all its own, a symphony of footsteps, hushed laughter, and the occasional flicker of longing glances.

Gypsy stood at the edge of a crowded terrace, a glass of crimson wine poised delicately between her fingers. Her gaze drifted over the sea of faces, catching fragments of conversations, fleeting expressions, until it landed on him—Adrian. His presence was like gravity, subtle yet irresistible, drawing her in with a force she couldn’t deny. He was a man carved from twilight, his dark eyes reflecting both mystery and danger.

Their eyes met, an electric thread stretching taut between them. He moved with the grace of a shadow slipping through light, closing the distance with each measured step. No words passed between them as he reached her, only the silent language of shared breath and the undeniable pull of attraction.

Adrian leaned in, his voice a velvet whisper against her ear. “Dance with me.”

Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his, the warmth of his touch igniting sparks that cascaded down her spine. They moved through the crowd, bodies weaving effortlessly, as if the universe itself had choreographed their meeting. The music swelled, a sultry melody that seemed to seep into their very skin.

On the secluded balcony, the city stretched below them, indifferent to the storm brewing between two souls. Adrian’s fingers traced the curve of Gypsy’s jaw, a touch as light as a promise yet heavy with intent. His gaze searched hers, not for permission but for confession, the silent acknowledgment of desires long buried.

When his lips met hers, it was not a kiss but a declaration. A slow, seductive pull that unraveled her composure, thread by thread. His mouth was warm, tasting of forbidden dreams and midnight secrets. Gypsy responded, her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt, anchoring herself against the tide of sensation threatening to drown her.

Time fractured, each second stretching into eternity, marked only by the rise and fall of their breath. The kiss deepened, a dance of tongues and whispered sighs, exploring the unspoken truths that words could never capture.

When they finally parted, their foreheads resting against each other, the world seemed altered—tilted on an axis defined by that single, transformative moment. Gypsy’s heart raced, not from fear, but from the exhilarating realization that some encounters were written in the constellations, destined and undeniable.

Adrian’s smile was a ghost of mischief, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. “Until we meet again,” he murmured, disappearing into the night, leaving Gypsy breathless and forever marked by the memory of a kiss that was more than just a touch of lips—it was the ignition of a fire she never knew burned within her.

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Settled down for the night, the coolness of the winter air brought out the big blankets. Living by the beach was ten to twenty degrees cooler than inland, but tonight a layer of fog added to it. There is a place where you’re not quite awake, but sleep hasn’t consumed you yet. When the loud sound of the door opened, I knew this was just another night terror. As much as I would try to work my way out, there was always something dragging me deeper.

 I was startled, sitting up and looking through the smoke that now filled my bedroom, leaving me confused and bewildered. Standing in the frame of the door was the most ungodly sight. Eight feet tall, the man’s skin not human it looked as though there were scales like a dragon instead of flesh.

 “Get out,” I screamed.

 “Not yet,” he said, grabbing my ankles, yanking me from the bed, “You’ll need to come with me. I have a bet to settle.”

 I screamed, my heart raced like a freight train coming down the tracks. I wanted out of this dream before something terrible happened. “What the fuck are you doing? Leave me alone,” I screamed as my ass hit the floor, and I was drug through the open door. Nail marks would be the breadcrumbs left on the floor. I dug so deep that I knew I would never get those scratches out of the wood. Why was I even worried when for all I knew, I would never come back? When the Devil comes knocking at your door, you better believe that’s your final moving day.

 It was the smell of fire that hit me first. Well, that, and his hands. His digits long and slender, they clawed into my flesh with a vice-like grip. Even if I tried to break free, there was no way I would be able to get out of his clutches. He was hundreds of pounds heavier, and his strength that of ten men.

 The descent into hell seemed as though it took a lifetime, every horrible thing I had ever done passing before my eyes. I never wanted to remember some of the memories, but this wasn’t for me. It was a bet, but between who, and why me? All I wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep, and this happened.

 Screaming skulls staked to the wall, the rancid arms reaching out to grab me as I fell. God help me, please let this be a dream. If I’m dead, incinerate me rather than send me to the bowels of the earth. I don’t care what the bet was. There was no way this was a good thing for me.

 I hit the ground hard, my ass plopping down on a bed of rocks, each one piercing into my soft ivory flesh. I screamed. It took me a minute to realize it was me who was calling out to God to have mercy on my soul. The laughter of others echoed through the dark cavern. All of the inhabitants amused that I still had hope that a God even existed.

 “Get up,” a female whispered. The woman’s hand in my hair, she yanked me up, pointing me in the male’s direction who stole me from my bed. He now sat on a red crushed velvet throne. The legs of the chair human hands that bled out each time he adjusted himself in the seat. The chair seemed to be alive, but at this point, I questioned nothing. We learned in church that some would find themselves in their own private hell in the end. I could only imagine what the man did who was now an elaborate seat for the demon dweller.

 I teetered on falling. I stood at the base of the rocks, looking up at the man, my mind still wondering what this bet was, and why me. There were no words from me when another male appeared at his side, his body stripped of all its clothing. The first thing I noticed was the enormous cock that hung between his muscular legs. Sure, cock wasn’t a new sight to me, but I had never seen anything like this. Nor did I ever want to. The veins on his manhood almost pulsating the moment he saw me standing before him. God help me, what was this bet?

 As he would later tell me, the Devil bet this man that there was no way I could deep throat his cock. The man was sure that I could, and if I did, he would get a second chance at life. Is this how this shit works? They always say never to make a deal with the Devil, but I guess no one ever told him what happens if you lost.

 “You WHAT?” I screamed. My eyes never on his face, stared directly at the beast between his legs, pray that I woke from this dream soon.

 “If anyone can do it, you can. The guys down here talk about you when they beat off at night. Everyone says for the best little cocksucker in Los Angeles, to look you up,” he laughed. With his hand on his cock, stroking it, all I could this what was in the hell was he trying to make it bigger? If the man impaled me on that cock he would penetrate my stomach through my mouth.

 I blinked, shaking my head from side to side, “No fucking way. That thing will kill me. I pointed, my finger drew an outline of his cock, gasping when I realized it had to be a foot long.

 The Devil threw his head back, roaring in laughter, as did all his minions that rested by his side. They followed the leader, knowing better than to dismiss anything he said.

 “You don’t think I can do it?” I glared. What the fuck was wrong with me. I argued over whether or not I could deep throat this son of a bitch. Whose bet was this anyway?

 Giddy with excitement, the man could barely wait for the Devil to give him the go-ahead. The minute he did, I regretted it. It seems that it’s been four-hundred years since this man had sex. In hell, they use the earth for their porn. Each of them watching couples fuck while they jack off. The only one allowed to have physical sex is the Devil himself.

 Grabbed from being, I fell to my knees, looking right at the monster cock, almost salivating for a taste. I didn’t want this cock. Why the fuck was my mouth watering for a drink from the man’s dick? My head yanked back. He slapped this thick bulbous head on my lips. A smear of pre-cum glossing my soft pillows, I opened for him without even being asked. A slither of his cock across my tongue, and he pulled back, laughing at the Devil. This man knew that I could take it. If there is one thing I know how to do, it’s take a cock down my throat.

 “Feed me,” I growled. I meant it. There was a craving inside of my stomach that tightened just knowing I would soon gag with every inch the male forced inside of my gulping throat.

 His hand knotted in my strands of golden locked as he pushed into my mouth, letting the head slide slowly over my tongue. I could already taste his fluids. Not sweet, but as hot as the fires of hell. They scorched the flesh on my tongue, causing a whimper to vibrated against the shaft. God, help me. I wanted to take all of him deeper. To have my throat torn from my body and used as a masturbation sleeve for his cock. My eyes sealed shut, tears running down my face, his cock reached the back of my throat. A deep guttural grunt from the man, and he shoved every inch in until his balls rested on my chin. I was choking from lack of air, but none of this concerned the male. He wanted bragging rights and walking the earth again.

 Yanked from his cock, I moved to the table of sacrifice, my body stretched out as my head dangled from the metal surface. It was not cold like I expected. No, it was burning hot, and the smell of my clothing burning repulsed me. Once again, his cock plunged into my throat. One thrust and he was fully engulfed inside of my oral cavity. This time his hand went to my throat, jacking himself off from the outside in.

 “You son of a bitch, she did it,” the Devil screamed.

 Sitting straight up in bed, my hands on my throat as I choked, I don’t know if this was a dream or not, but my clothing smells of burning flesh, and the scratches across my floor will never be repaired.

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What make a person a whore? Is it a large amount of sexual partners, or maybe the fact that she accepts money for services rendered. Either way, it is the oldest profession in the world, and whether done virtually (phone) or in person, it’s one heck of a job.

Have you ever fucked a Whore?

If you have, would you admit it? I’ve talked to over 3000 people in the last year and only a small handful admit that they have paid for in person sexual services. Most of the ones who have do so because one reason. Menopause. The wife doesn’t give or perform sexual acts and they feel lacking. Though to do not condone cheating, I do understand the need for release. For some women the pause in sex is temporary, but for others, they never feel the need again. Most could regain it with medication, but as I have witnessed, most take it as a sign their martial duties are done.

So, you’ve decided to see a professional. First you need to decide whether it’s in person, or a phone sex girl. I am honestly suggestion the later. Think about it, it’s safe if you’re smart. A throw away debit card and you’re set. I always suggest that people use those non-traceable cards when using a dial in company. As for the best, I am going to suggest niteflirt because nothing us given to a real life person. All of your information is stored in their secure server. Easy peasy, right?

Usually a phone whore will have limits, but there is a sexual kink out there for everyone. In my research in person meetings are not always the safest route to take. Not only is there a risk for an STD, but there are many girls/guys out there who are not as they seem. I’ve heard the horror stories that will always keep in the safety of my home whispering seduction into the phone.

“Have you ever swallowed your own semen?”

“Would you like too?”

“I promise to never tell a soul that you at cum for me.”

So, have you? Let’s be honest here, everyone has tasted it at least once by choice or accident. Whether you ate a cream pie, swiped a little off the tip, or kissed her after she swallow, you tasted cum. I’m amused by the men who adamantly claim that it would be an act of homosexuality to get a little in your mouth. If swallowing my own cum means I am gay, sign me up.

Remember boys, we always recycle.  

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I told you all about the Nude Party I was invited to this past weekend. Well, so many are asking for an update. Wow, oh wow, there is so much to tell and the party was wonderful. Since it was my first time at one of these parties I had one rule set for myself. No penetration sex, but lots of oral and touching.

I arrived about 7 pm to the estate. It was a very secluded party located in Malibu, California. I wore a simple red dress with heels, but knew that wasn’t going to stay on long. At the door our clothing was taken along with any cell phones or devices that you could video with. Secondly, a NDA signed. I know that seems odd, but there were people there that could never allow their presence to go public. A few I even knew. Don’t ask because I can’t tell who they were. Believe me, it was wild!

Who knew a Nude Party could be so much fun?

After turning all of my things over, I found the first of 3 bars on the estate. Ordering something light, I couldn’t help but wander around and see what the place had to offer. There were nude people everywhere, and damn, the cocks were swinging. Some big, others small, it didn’t even matter. Everyone there was having a good time and no one seemed to even care about the lack of clothing. I know I loved it.

Making my way to the pool area, I settled in on a cabana bed at the end of the pool. It was one of those with a large bed and three sides enclosed with beautiful drapes. I didn’t stay alone for long. A beautiful redhead joined me on the bed and the party begun. A few kisses led to touching, and a whole lot more. She had stunning enhanced breasts. The kind you see in the centerfold of a men’s magazine. I couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off those nipples. Suckling one into my mouth, my hand found her bald little lips. Pushing two fingers in, she let out a moan of approval. She was delicious. For all of you 69 lovers, she was on top and that sweet pussy pumping down on my face. I love the taste of a woman.

To hear all the juicy details you’ll need to spend a little with me. Knowledge is expensive.

I met a very well hung man next. He had a 9 1/2 inch cock, and begged me to let him fuck me. Nope, I wasn’t breaking that rule. I did scoot to the edge of the bed and wrap my lips around his cock though. At first I doubted my ability to take it all, but with a little work his balls rested on my chin quickly. That’s a lot of cock down the throat, but your girl has some cock sucking skills.

Do you want to know more about this nude party? Call or chat me on niteflirt and I will tell everything. Well, almost everything. No names.

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