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Friday, August 21, 2009, 3:38:52 AM- Foolproof source of cum | ||
Here's a (maybe obvious) tip for any fellow cumsluts to help get them through a sperm drought. I've just now had to resort to it myself. There is one close source of cum that all male cumsluts have access to at any time: your own. Unfortunately, I find my thirst for cum disappears for a few minutes after orgasm (if I'm on my own - the sight of another man's hard cock has never failed to make me instantly horny under any conditions), and that's long enough for cum to go cold and stale and often even unpleasant to taste. The solution: ejaculation without orgasm. This is quite tricky to achieve at first but gets easier with practice. I find the taste of my own sperm is nowhere near as exhillarating as the taste of another man's, but it will get you through the week. Bring yourself right to the edge. then hold perfectly still for a few seconds, then just gently tickle your head. When you get it right, you'll send a little trickle of sperm up your shaft. Do this a few times (I generally do so into the cliched shot-glass), and you'll have enough of a load to slosh around your mouth and savour, as I am doing right now. So if you'll excuse me, a sperm-fuelled self-induced orgasm calls... | ||
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Friday, August 21, 2009, 3:15:14 AM- A bit of innocent fun | ||
Chanced across an older guy (maybe 60s) wanking in a public toilet. Any port in a storm, I thought, and got my cock out to give him a show. I love showing off my dick. I led him into the cubicle where we fondled each other's cocks for a while. I've never sucked off anyone remotely near this guy's age before, but I thought a cock's a cock, and I can't afford to be choosy about my sources of sperm these days. I sat down on the toilet and drew his semi-hard dick into my mouth, as he lowered his trousers. He wasn't thick, but good for length, and I appreciated the feel of a real cock in my mouth after a long absence. Unfortunately it seemed he had an erectile issue, and couldn't get fully hard. After an enjoyably vigorous face-fucking I resigned myself to not getting any of the cum I need from this gentleman. He indicated that he wanted to switch positions, and as he sat down and I wanked before him, he sighed in awe of the size and beauty of my cock. He reached out and started stroking it, then tentatively drew just the head into his mouth. I couldn't believe what he did next. He reached into his shirt pocket and got out his reading glasses! It was so cute! He held my cock at different angles as he continued to gently stroke it, as if he was committing every detail to memory, groaning appreciatively all the while. I'm sure I was blushing! He continued sucking me. I had no intention of cumming, as I was enjoying the attention. I could get used to the idea of having a sugar daddy. Eventually I heard a family with young children in the park, and despite his wordless entreaties, I drew proceedings to a close. I do have some sense of decency (fancy!), and would never do anything improper with kids in near proximity. So I still haven't broken the sperm drought, but I made a sweet old fellow's day, and I have to say put a smile on my own face. I also established another principle of my wantonness: advancing years is not a barrier to parading my sluttiness around. I feel pretty good about that. | ||
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009, 5:40:32 AM- Frustration | ||
Just got stood up again by a guy who's been teasing me for over a year. Fuck him. He's missing the most depraved, mind-blowing sex imaginable. His loss. So frustrating counting down the minutes, thinking I'm going to get a hard cock, a mouthful of hot cum, and maybe a hard fucking, and then nothing. Consoled myself by treating my pussy to a good dildo workout. Have found that the suction cup on the base of my dildo (which is long overdue for a pet name, come to think of it) is very, very useful indeed. My favourite solo activity of the moment is attaching it at cock height to the wall of my shower. I can then back on to it and impale my pussy, supporting myself with my hands on the top of the shower stall. I can fuck very comfortably there for as long as I like. It's the most sustainable position I can find for dildo fucking. After getting into a rhythm, waves of pleasure assail me again and again. It's like being serially fucked by dozens of guys. It keeps getting better and better, and the only reason to ever touch my cock is that a cock orgasm will at least force me to take a breather. Moved from the bathroom to the bedroom to cum to a favourite German Goo Girls video. God I envy those girls. Roughly fucked over and over, guzzling semen by the gallon - my idea of heaven. | ||
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Monday, August 10, 2009, 2:44:23 AM- Cumslut training | ||
Have plans to hook up with a couple of cocks soon, so I've been spending hours with my 10" dildo. Can comfortably deep throat it all the way to the base, but still have a way to go until I can take a rough throat-fucking without gagging. Practice makes perfect if you want to be a submissive slut who can take it any way as rough as possible. My arse (hereafter referred to by the more slutty and inviting term of "pussy" ![]() I like it when guys play with my cock, but really my mouth, pussy, and nipples are my primary sexual organs, and I'm looking forward to them getting the use they need. In order to get some sleep I had to cum. Straddling the dildo again, and gently sliding up and down, I took myself to the brink of orgasm a couple of times so that I could spurt a few drops of cum into my hand. The taste of cum (even my own will do) makes me cum even harder. I increased the pace of stroking both my cock and pussy, imagining a real hard cock roughly violating me. "Fuck me master! Feed me your cum!" I cried and sent a jet of hot cum across the tiled floor. I fell to the floor, the dildo slid out from my tingling pussy, and the semen I had just ejaculated became in my mind my master's delicious juice. I licked up every dusty drop, and had just enough strength left to fall into bed and dream of cocks and cum. | ||
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Friday, July 10, 2009, 12:16:03 AM- Cumslut Fun in Bookshop Pt. 2 | ||
I advanced on the young man and reached out to his long hard cock. I love the boldness of just grabbing what you want. It was a good six inches, not too thick, but with a lovely bulbous head. I stroked it tenderly while he fumbled with mine, obviously new to this kind of situation. I steered him to a bench by the wall, hand on his cock the whole time. He sat and I kneeled before him. He undid his belt and tugged down his trousers slightly to give me better access. His very erect cock looked even longer from this angle, jerking and bobbing as he shifted in his seat. A trail of pre-cum started to trickle down the underside of his cock. I let out an audible sigh of appreciation, placed my thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft and guided it into my mouth. Even though I could still taste the last load, the taste of this cock and the little pre-cum treat was heavenly. As my tongue ran around the head, I took off my shirt and, tearing myself away from his cock for a moment, stowed it in my backpack on the floor. I leaned forward and tickled each of my nipples with his cock, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I put his cock back in my mouth, breathed deeply a couple of times, and slowly, gently pushed forward until his cock entered my throat, and finally my nose nestled among his pubic hair. I held this position for as long as I could, feeling his cock pulsating in my windpipe, then withdrew to catch my breath. "Oh my god, you're such a slut," he whispered, and I smiled proudly. I leaned back and stroked his cock while taking a few more deep breaths, then plunged forward, this time abandoning all restraint and surrendering to my need for a violent face-fucking. I couldn't suppress "ga, ga, ga" noises as his cock plunged in and out of my throat, and gagged slightly one or twice, to my shame, but this only seemed to excite the young man. "Oh, you are the best cocksucker I've ever had," he cooed, "I think I'll make you my regular cocksucker. Would you like that?" I left his cock for a moment, inviting him to watch as I leaned back, roughly pinching my nipples with one hand, furiously jerking my cock with the other. I looked into his eyes. "Yes please," I implored earnestly, "Will you give me all your cum? I need your semen. Feed me, please. I need it so bad." I returned to his cock and within seconds he was struggling to stand up. Knowing he was near to giving me what I needed I let him rise, then started briskly stroking his cock, the head perched lightly on my bottom lip, my mouth wide open to show him how much I was enjoying receiving his sperm. He groaned, his shaft pulsed, and cum started spilling into my mouth in rich, warm waves. There was so much of it, I was in heaven. He pulled away from me slightly and I swirled the cum around in my mouth, letting a little trickle out onto my lips to give him a show, but quickly sucking it back in again, not prepared to lose a drop. I gulped heavily, and felt the familiar whole-body sub-orgasm surge through me. When I'd recovered I saw a drop of cum forming at the end of his still-erect dick. I darted forward and licked it up before I knew what I was doing, then squeezed his shaft from base to tip and was rewarded with one last drop of his precious semen. I fell to the floor, panting as he zipped up. "Thanks. Man, you're a good cocksucking slut," he said in gratitude. I smiled again. "Thank you so much. Your cum is so good. Please come back later and use me again if you can." He left quickly, passing two other guys who, guessing the show was over, split up into adjoining gloryhole cubicles. But the show was far from over. I was now in a cum-fueled daze, no longer completely in control of my actions. Slinging my backpack over my bare shoulder, naked from the waist up and with my cock sticking out from my pants bobbing before me, I made my way to the video room, determined to make myself the featured attraction. Continued in part 3... | ||
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Saturday, June 27, 2009, 2:06:23 AM- Cumslut Fun in Bookshop Pt. 1 | ||
I'll tell you about the last time I was in Sydney. My wife and I were sitting in a pub when she suddenly decided to pick a fight with me over nothing. I was not in the mood, told her I'd see her back at our hotel room later, and stormed off down the street. I approached an adult bookshop with "cruise lounge" that I used to frequent when I lived in Sydney, where office workers would stop off for a quick blowjob before going home to their wives. Why the hell not? I thought. And as I went up the stairs, my plans grew more elaborate. I bought a 10" latex dildo, an anal douche, and lube and retreated to the bathroom to make sure I was ready for anything. It had been a while, so while I was there I practiced deepthroating the dildo until I was confident I'd gotten my gag reflex under control. Made sure I was immaculately clean and well-lubed; not missing out on _anything_ that might be on offer this evening. I bought a ticket and entered the lounge, making a beeline for the gloryholes in the back room. I was horny as hell now, and needed some cock and cum quick. I passed the video room; a big TV playing porn and rows of aluminum benches but my eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the light, so I couldn't tell how busy the place was. The gloryholes consisted of row of cubicles at the front, and a row at the back on a higher level so that you didn't need to kneel on the floor to suck. One of the guys I'd passed in the corridor, middle aged, had followed me out back and went up to one of the higher cubicles. I love it when there's no hanging around, and as soon as I could tell which cubicle he was in, I went into the corresponding one. The cubicles have doors on them, but I don't like to close them. I want people to see what a cock-hungry slut I am. I poked a couple of fingers through the hole to advertise my presence and seconds later was rewarded with hard cock poking through. I needn't have worried about gagging; it was barely four inches long, but beautifully erect, and after a long drought it was the most exciting sight in the world. My pulse racing, I extended my tongue to the head of his cock and immediately provoked a moan. This wasn't going to take long. I lovingly drew his cock into my mouth and savoured it for a while, running my tongue around the head. I pulled my hard cock out of my trousers, and gave it a few strokes, more in the hope that someone was watching than for the pleasure it gave me, which was slight compared to the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth. I drew back to appreciate the sight of that cock, balls, and pubic hair framed in the oval of the gloryhole. Overcome with lust I put my palms flat against the wall, fell once more onto his cock, and began a frenzied face fucking, leaning into the wall and pushing back a couple of times a second, making unashamed slurping sounds. I heard him groan and in an instant I stopped bobbing and my right hand went to his shaft. I wanted his head just inside my lips so he'd shoot his cum across my tongue. I needed to taste every drop. My tongue only briefly tickled the underside of his head before his cock twitched and sent four or five good thick spurts into my mouth. The taste of his semen was heavenly, sending tingling waves of pleasure through my whole body. I insist that most people don't like it only because they're not used to it. It's a sledgehammer blow to the senses. I leaned against the left wall of the cubicle to stop myself swooning and falling to the floor, swirling the cum around my mouth as I watched the now only semi-hard penis withdraw into the pants of it's owner. I put my head back and let the sperm trickle down my throat, swallowing gently and breathing deeply so that the aroma would stay with me for as long as possible. I could feel my nipples hard and sensitive under the rough material of my shirt. They would need some suckling before the night was out. I opened my eyes to see a young man maybe mid-twenties standing a couple of metres away, looking straight at my erect cock while stroking his. This evening just keeps getting better, I thought. Continued in part 2... | ||
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