Chapter 1:

Eventually, the excitement of sucking strangers' cocks in the porn theaters began to pale. My needs just weren't quite satisfied by the copious amount of cum I consumed almost every night. Don't get me wrong, I still got a thrill, feeling a man's cock come to life in my hand and his balls start to move in their sac. It just wasn't enough.

Completing the feminization, started by my ex-wife and some of her lovers was my goal. Consumption of the estrogen drug, Estradiol was paying off finally. My breasts were bigger and more womanly every week. They were a man-pleasing C cup and there were other, more subtle changes as well.

I practiced my Kegel exercises religiously, to keep my anus pleasingly tight. Also, with practice, I was getting better at applying makeup and more graceful in my 5-inch stiletto 'fuck me' shoes.

What rocked my boat, sexually, then and now, was humiliation and domination by men and my feelings of submissiveness and exhibitionism. The touch of a man's strong hands on my breasts and tender thighs thrilled me and it seemed the rougher the handling, the more thrilling it was.

I wasn't romantically attracted toward any man, or toward men in general. My emotional and physical needs were simply for raw sex and the more the better. What I fantasized about, and truly wanted was to find one man whose needs matched my own. An imaginative and demanding man who would test my limits and force me beyond them.

I decided to advertise at an online 'dating' site for bi-sexuals. 

Novice Slave searching for Master.

Super horny bottom needs hard use. Very oral and 100% bottom, bareback preferred. 

Take charge of my feminized, long-legged, tight assed body, and make me your slut.

I included a photo and phone number with the ad. The response was certainly gratifying. The cheap prepaid cell phone I'd bought just for the ad was ringing several times a day. My horny ass was getting plowed by a new cock every night and often by more than one guy.

Sometimes the sex was rough, with pinching, biting and slapping. And there were a few men who didn't want to use any lube when they penetrated my ass. That was painful and left me sore for hours afterward.

Still, I wasn't meeting the kind of guy I fantasized about. They would all ask me to do this or that. The ones who enjoyed my pain always wanted to know if it was too painful. I wouldn't want you to think I wasn't enjoying my dates but I wasn't going back for seconds very often.

Then one day I answered the phone call from Joe. Right away I knew Joe was different. He didn't ask for anything. He called me 'slut' and told me to rent a motel room in Sacramento (about 200 miles away). He told me the name of a motel convenient for him and said Friday night would be good. Our first conversation was brief. He told me to call him back with the room number after I'd booked it.

Something told me Joe might be 'the one'. I wasted no time, obeying his instructions, and booked a room by phone. I then called him back with the room number. He said he would arrive at the motel at 8 pm and expected to find me blindfolded and on my knees, wearing nothing but pink thigh-highs and heels. Ready to worship his cock and to swallow the piss he would give me to 'mark his territory'.

He told me to address him as 'Master' or 'Sir' and any questioning or reluctance to follow his orders would result in severe punishment.

“Yes Sir,” I whispered into the phone. “Please be brutal, Master”.

He told me I should be shaven everywhere but my head and that I would bring with me some alligator clips for my nipples, the biggest dildo I could find, and a bottle of champagne. He would drink the champagne himself and then ram the bottle up my ass if he felt like it.

He told me he would bring a gag to mute any loud cries or screams from me.

After hanging up, I definitely had some second thoughts about meeting Joe. Our conversation, if you could call it that, had been both exciting and frightening in equal parts. Friday was a few days away so I had plenty of time to change my mind if I felt like it.

That night, in bed with another 'bi-curious' and disappointing stranger, I resolved to go through with my date with Joe. I think it was the part about 'his territory' that convinced me. I truly wanted to be owned by a man. And used to serve his needs, whatever they might be. The threat of brutality excited me.

That Thursday, the day before we were to meet, Joe phoned me with more instructions and a promise. I was to demonstrate my obedience by bringing no clothing with me and wearing nothing on the drive but the pink thigh-highs, heels, and the tiny apron pictured in my ad.

If I had to stop to buy gas on the trip, my tits and ass would be on display. If any guys saw me and tried to pick me up while driving, I would stop and offer to suck them off for $5. Any money I made giving head belonged to Joe.

The thought of being Joe's cheap whore was an instant turn on and my little cock got hard as we spoke. The promise was to warm me up with an ass whipping with his belt before he 'planted his seed'.

“Mmmmm, yes Sir,” I breathed into the phone. “My ass is going to be naughty tonight, so make it hurt tomorrow.”

That night, in a watchman’s shack with the two horny night watchmen who had responded to my ad, I was just wild due to anticipation of my meeting with Joe. They were both nicely hung with good-sized balls.

They were happily surprised when I suggested they fuck me with no lube. When asked if that wouldn't hurt, I assured them their pleasure was more important than my pain. They laid me on my back on a desk. I spread and raised my legs up and back and grabbed my ankles, to give them maximum access to my tight anus.

Without lube, my ass felt like it was burning when the first guy pushed his rock hard cock into me. I moaned, “give it to me,” pushing back just as hard. The agony was exquisite and I flexed my sphincter, gripping and releasing his cock.

They took turns, one fucking my eager butt while the other fucked my throat. They had taken some Viagra and kept up the heavenly assault for a couple of hours. When each of them ejaculated into my bowels, the feeling of fullness there was wonderful.

I tried to keep their spunk inside me but there was so much a little leaked out. I caught it with my fingers and eagerly sucked it off.

I fondled their balls and licked and sucked their bulging perineum and then plunged my tongue as far into their ass holes as I could. They soon were hard again and the fucking continued for most of the night.

I agreed to meet those two again on the condition, they would invite a horny friend. Exhausted and sore I went home to take a short nap, eat and clean up for my date with Joe.

Chapter 2:

The drive to Sacramento would normally take about three hours. I left at noon, intending to service as many men as I could on the way there. Charging $5 each, I thought salaciously.

Without being told, I had the impression that Joe had very little money. His demand that I pay for the motel room and his willingness to whore me out were clues. His lack of funds would be no impediment to our (hopefully) master/slave relationship.

I had a good income from the small business I had started and still owned a nice chunk of. I also had no objection at all to being used as a whore. Just the opposite, the thought of being sold to strangers and forced to do their bidding excited me.

So, not as rested as I should have been but clean inside and out, freshly shaven, oiled and perfumed, I set out. As instructed, my only attire was that little floral apron covering my genitals, elastic lace top pink thigh-high stockings, and those ridiculously tall stiletto heels that made my firm round butt protrude invitingly. 

I took it as a good omen when I turned onto the freeway on-ramp, a large young man was hitchhiking there. I stopped and let down the passenger window to give him a good look at me and was gratified to see his pants were already bulging when he opened the door to get in.

Without a word, he grabbed my right breast and gave it a good hard squeeze. At the same time, I was doing the same to his hardening cock. I steered the car onto the freeway with one hand while my other hand unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.

He raised his hips and lowered his pants and underpants to reveal an impressive nine or ten inches of hard cock with some large veins bulging its length. The sight made me salivate with desire.

I cupped his equally large testicles, loving the feeling of those egg-sized balls moving in their sac. I would have sucked him for free, or even paid for the privilege. But reminded myself that, even though I hadn't met Joe yet, I had agreed to be his five-dollar whore.

I explained apologetically to the young hitchhiker that I was a sex slave and while my owner allowed me to suck cock, he insisted I charge $5. A $5 bill was instantly produced and I pulled off the freeway at the next exit and parked in the first parking place I saw.

So turned on, I was oblivious to passing cars and pedestrians, I licked those lovely balls and cock. I teased the opening with the tip of my tongue until I could taste drops of pre-cum and then sucked the entire length of the shaft into my throat.

The man released his grip on my breasts and grabbed my head. He fucked my face furiously as I teased his sensitive anus with my finger. He came when I inserted my middle finger into his rectum. Swallowing as fast as I could, his load was so plentiful it almost overwhelmed me.

What a delightful way to start the day. And to start my new relationship of servitude. Continuing the drive with my young hitchhiker again fondling my breasts I exited the freeway at a truck stop. In the restaurant parking lot, I gave him a farewell blow job. Instead of charging him, I added a $5 bill of my own to Joe's money.

At the self-service gas pumps, I had to get out of the car. What a rush! Two gas station attendants and a half dozen truckers were giving me their full attention as I strutted around the car to the gas pump. I inserted a plastic credit card into the card reader and took the hose to the car.

Bending over to insert the hose I shimmied my ass invitingly to my audience. What a turn on! My exhibitionist tendencies were in full bloom.

At the truck stop, I earned $25 more to add to Joe's growing sheaf of five-dollar bills. The two attendants and three of the truckers added to my high protein, liquid diet.

One of the truckers wanted to fuck me and I was sorely tempted to let him but was even more fearful of a possible beating from Joe when he found out. It was sheer perversion on my part that made me want that trucker's cock in my ass.

He was dirty and obese. On my knees next to his truck, sucking his cock, his huge flabby stomach was resting on my head.

I would have loved spending a night with him, imagining being smothered between those monstrous thighs, my face buried in the fat folds of his pendulous buttocks. My tongue searching for and finding his stinking anus. Fantasizing, I almost came when he unloaded his jism down my throat.

His schedule brought him to that stop once a week. I gave him my phone number and promised to spend an entire night in his sleeper if he phoned next week.

It was now 3 in the afternoon and I wasn't even close to Sacramento yet. I headed back to the freeway and made good time for the next hour. I wanted to present Joe with more than the $35 I'd earned so far so I took the next exit ramp off the freeway.

Two military guys were standing on the on-ramp, hoping for a ride. I drove them to an abandoned tourist attraction named 'The Nut Tree'. There, on a picnic bench in the shade, I earned another $10.

Their destination was the college town of Davis where I left them off and picked up my last 'trick', a student heading for Sacramento. I had a little time to kill so I gave that student his five dollars worth of pleasure on the big back seat of the Lincoln.

I probed his puckered anal bud with my long tongue and fondled his cock until I sensed he was close to cumming. I quickly moved my mouth to envelope his cock as it began jerking. I loved swallowing the big wads of semen he produced.

Chapter 3:

I arrived at the motel at 7:30 and was faced with a dilemma. My owner expected me to be on my knees in the room when he arrived. I didn't have a key to the room and was nearly nude.

There was only one thing to do. Just march up to the desk and ask for my room key. I couldn't see any alternative. There was a couple in the lobby, signing in, so I impatiently waited for them to finish their business and leave.

At last, the lobby was empty except for the clerk behind his counter. My luck had been excellent all day so hopefully, it would continue, and getting the key would be no problem.

Boobs bouncing and ass shaking I strutted my stuff into the well-lit motel lobby. The clerk's eyes got big as I approached and I had to smile at my passing thought, that I hoped his eyes weren't the only part of him that got big.

He couldn't undress me with his eyes as I was already undressed. He must have been a 'leg man' because he was definitely focused on my long legs. I have to admit, in those tall shoes, my long shapely legs get their share of male attention.

I spun in a pirouette and gave my naked butt a little shimmy for his viewing pleasure. Then I gave him my name and asked for the key. He handed me a signature card to sign and gave me the key with no comment about my lack of clothes. This was going well, I thought when he asked how long I'd be staying.

I told him I honestly didn't know and he looked disappointed when I told him my 'Master' would tell me when I could leave. He perked up again when I said I'd be happy to see him before I left. He had a room there and gave me the number. I focused on his cock and licked my lips lasciviously and promised to visit before I left.

After that exchange, I must say my walk from the lobby to the car to pick up my bag of the things Joe told me to bring, through the parking lot and up a flight of stairs was enjoyable. Knowing the clerk was watching (and hoping some others were too) I took my time.

In the room, I had just enough time for a quick shower to rinse my body after the day's exertions so I would smell nice and fresh for Joe. With a little shudder of anticipation, I arranged the $5 bills, the alligator clamps, the giant dildo, and the bottle of champagne on a bedside table for Joe's convenience.

I blindfolded myself with a black elastic sweatband and assumed my position of worship, kneeling in the center of the room. Then as an afterthought, I got up and dimmed the lights and opened the window draperies.

I heard heavy boots on the walkway and hoped they belonged to Joe. The footsteps stopped as someone looked in the window for a few moments. I hoped whoever it was liked what he saw.

I felt the air move when the door swung open and then closed and suddenly there was what could only be a cock pressing my lips. My mouth dutifully opened as a velvety head entered and a stream of body temperature urine splashed the back of my throat.

Urine has very little taste straight out of the penis and at body temperature, it feels neither warm or cool. Just faintly salty. I've grown to love men's golden elixir as they empty their bladders into my receptive mouth. Nothing says 'submission' as much as kneeling to swallow a man's piss. The humiliation of being used as a public urinal by several men is profound.

Joe couldn't have picked a better way to make me his willing slave.

When the flow of piss ended I sucked out the last few drops and continued sucking as Joe's cock hardened and grew. His cock wasn't huge. If anything it was slightly smaller than average and when Joe took it out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet, I could tell he was shorter and smaller than I am. In fact, in those tall 'fuck me' shoes I towered over him.

Blindfolded as I was, I could also tell that he was muscular and strong. And when he gripped my womanly breasts and twisted them I knew he had no inhibitions against inflicting pain on me. I inhaled sharply and moaned. Tears ran out from beneath my blindfold.

“You like that,” he stated. It wasn't a question and I nodded in agreement.

“I like what turns you on, Sir,” I whispered “Be brutal, I beg you. Master.”

“Whipping ass and planting my seed are what turns me on,” he said.

“My ass is yours, Sir,” I said. “To use or abuse as you wish.”

He made me sit on the bed, my back to him, and my legs spread as far to the side as I could make them go. He pushed me facedown with my butt at the edge of the bed. Then standing behind me he suddenly pushed his cock balls deep into my ass and proceeded to fuck me. The position was agonizing to my thighs. I loved it.

Eventually, he stopped the brutal fucking and withdrew his cock. He picked up the $5 bills and counted them. “You sucked off ten guys on the way here,” he said.

“No, Sir. I sucked off nine cocks, one of them twice.” I informed him that I could have been fucked but he hadn't ordered me to. He seemed to like my willingness to take his orders and told me I was a good whore.

Chapter 4:

He told me to cancel my ad and buy another one that he would write. He would take all calls and instruct me as needed. My hopes were coming to fruition.

He allowed me to remove the blindfold and I finally could see the man I'd given my body to. He looked sort of ordinary but I wasn't disappointed at that. All that night, he drank the Champagne I'd brought for him. He would fuck me in different but always uncomfortable positions for a half hour or so at a time, never cumming, and then we would talk for a while, just getting to know each other mostly.

Joe didn't have any money. He lived on a tiny disability pension. I never found out what his disability was. Whatever it was, it didn't show.

He shared a house with a roommate he claimed not to like. He concocted a plan to use me to make enough money to get rid of the roommate. He would give a rent party twice a month. He would advertise the party on a sex site, offering my services to 'straight, bi or bi-curious' men. Their donations would make up half the rent, he hoped.

My approval wasn't asked for but I offered it anyway and told him that if the donations weren't enough, I would gladly make up the difference myself.

He also would whore me out, advertising in a sex paper closer to where I lived. I would be allowed to help write the ads and I would, of course, pay for them.

His own needs were easily satisfied. We would spend a night or two together every month, much like that night. He would whip me with his belt, fuck me, and inflict pain in various ways. He knew of a private dungeon where we would have an audience for my suffering. The price of admission was high but I would be paying it. He would, when in the mood, turn me over to other sadists for their pleasure.

There was no doubt Joe was a sadist. That night he gagged me with some filthy underpants he'd brought for that purpose. He clamped the alligator clips to my sensitive nipples and then mauled my breasts mercilessly.

He tied me to the bed face down. The gag muffled my screams when he forced the big champagne bottle up my rectum, bottom end first. When the bottle was firmly planted he whipped my ass and tender thighs with his belt.

The torture was agonizing and there were no doubts about my masochism either. Even in the worst moments, a part of my brain was eagerly anticipating more pain inflicted by strangers at the promised dungeon.

We were a good match. My insatiable need for cock made me an eager whore and Joe's desire for money made him a good pimp. The icing on the cake was my craving for pain and humiliation was matched by Joe's sadism.

Chapter 5:

Joe left early in the morning with the promise to return that night and I eased my aching body into a tub of steaming hot water. It took a long time to remove the champagne bottle from my tormented hole. I passed out in the tub and when I awoke the water was cold but I felt nearly human again and was ravenously hungry.

I remembered the name and room number of the night clerk and used the house phone to call him. I offered to trade him anything he wanted for a big breakfast of sausage and eggs and pancakes. He said he would cook my breakfast himself, in his kitchenette, if I would meet him there, wearing what I had on last night.

Since those were the only clothes (if you can call them that) I had, I was agreeable and told him I was on my way. Strutting my naked tits and ass through the motel, horniness nearly overcame hunger. After eating a big breakfast there was the pleasure of paying for it. In the clerk's bed, I made love to him with my lips and tongue, prolonging his ejaculation as long as I could until he exploded a torrent of semen into my eager mouth.

I returned to my room and fell asleep again until Joe's entrance woke me. He was with another man and it was clear I had been promised to the stranger. Joe wanted to take some pictures of me for the ads and get them written so we went to work.

The photos Joe wanted were to be strait up cheesecake shots. Nothing kinky... Just my legs, ass, and tits.

Both ads were addressed to “straight, bi and bi-curious men”. The title of the rent party ad was, of course, “Rent Party” and offered unlimited use of Joe's “kinky sex slave” as the entertainment with “satisfaction guaranteed”. There would be no charge but a donation can would be prominently displayed.

The parties would take place on the first and third weekend of every month and I would be available for whatever activity any guest wanted, from Friday night till Sunday morning. Joe also said he might sell me on Sundays to anyone who wanted some one on one action or any other 'special requests'.

The other ad was titled “Slave For Rent” “By the hour or by the night” '100% bottom, prefer bareback, for men or groups of men. Use in public or private'. And this ad offered total satisfaction or your money back.

Joe's phone number was included and he would make all arrangements. Then he would call me and tell me where to go and when. He would tell me what the 'John' wanted me to wear or if he wanted me to be naked. He might tell me what was expected of me... Or he might not, leaving that up to the customer. He would tell me what to charge unless there was no charge. Joe could be generous.

My input was welcome but my approval wasn't asked for. My body belonged to Joe, a possession like a car or a washing machine, to use as he wanted. That night it was obvious that Joe had loaned or sold my body to the stranger. He pulled me down to sit on his lap and his hands roamed over me while Joe dictated and I wrote the ads. We finished our writing and Joe left, instructing me to have them both published as soon as possible.

The stranger, who's name I never heard, was dark-complected, tall, thin, and hairy. Certainly not an attractive guy. As soon as Joe was out the door the guy pushed me to my knees. He dropped his pants and turned, telling me, “eat my ass.” I eagerly complied when he bent over. I gave him a first-class rimming with my tongue circling and probing his anus. At the same time, I stroked his long uncircumcised cock and low hanging balls with my hands. 

He pushed me to the bed and directed me to lie on my back. He knelt over my head and lowered his balls into my mouth. I sucked and licked them until he replaced them with his hard cock. I sucked and licked that for a while.

Then he made me raise my knees and spread my legs so he could fuck me in a missionary position. I liked that. It made me feel quite feminine. He ejaculated into my receptive ass and lay there for a while as his cock shrank. I enjoyed the weight of his body on mine. It was a comfortable feeling.

After a while, he got up and went to the bathroom. I could hear he was cleaning himself up at the sink. I wished he had allowed me the cleanup duties. He left without a word. I felt used, like a cum dump. I liked the feeling. I lay there reveling in my sluttishness. The unlocked door opened and another man walked in.

The man didn't say a word. He turned me over on the bed and I obligingly spread my legs and raised my hips. He fucked my ass, shot his load, and walked out.

Another man came in the door. This guy was just as horny but more talkative. I learned that Joe's friend was advertising me on Craigslist and was down in the parking lot selling my ass for twenty bucks to anyone who answered the ad. I wondered if Joe knew?

I looked out the window and saw Joe's friend with several men, presumably waiting for their turn. When the talkative 'John' left I went with him as far as the walkway railing. I waved and smiled down at the guys. I caressed and held out my breasts to them. I turned and shimmied my round ass, blew them all a kiss, and then walked back into the room. I lay on the bed and waited for the next guy to take his turn.

Joe told me later that he had just met the tall, skinny guy, in a bar. The guy was telling the bartender a sad story about being broke and horny too. He needed a hundred dollars for some reason. Joe overheard the conversation and generously offered the use of his slave.

At twenty bucks a pop, I earned him more than two hundred that night and loved every minute of it. Knowing that I would be whored out by any passing stranger at Joe's whim was a total turn on.

The next day I drove back home, exhausted with my mind still reeling in a fog of sex. I put the ads on the website and in the paper and waited to hear from my new owner. I ate like pig and exercised my sphincter and glutes constantly for the next few days. The party ad was already posted but the whore ad wouldn't be published for another week.

Joe phoned to tell me that several guys had said they'd be at the first party. That gave me something to look forward to and I marked my calendar for the third weekend.

Chapter 6:

I was thrilled when the obese trucker phoned to tell me he would be at the truck stop where we'd met and would be there all night. He said he was horny as hell and reminded me that I'd promised to spend a night in his truck.

I said I was on my way and asked him if there was anything special I should wear. He said what I'd had on was fine but he did have one request. I told him his wish was my command and asked what he wanted. I shivered with excitement when he asked me to park a long way from his truck, in the restaurant lot, so he could watch me bounce and jiggle while I strutted to meet him.

I told him if I drove fast I'd be there in a half-hour and I would drive fast. He asked what I'd be driving so I told him to watch for a big blue Lincoln Town Car. He would flash his lights when he saw me so I wouldn't get in the wrong truck.

When he said he would use the truck stop shower to clean up, I begged him not to. I wanted him as ripe and gross as he had been before and I told him so. As an afterthought, I added that if he had any dirtier underwear than what he was wearing, I would appreciate his changing into them. He said he did have a bag of dirty laundry and would pick out the nastiest undershorts he could find. I thanked him and said I was on my way.

I drove as fast as I could without getting a speeding ticket and pulled into the truck stop parking lot a half-hour later. I parked as far away as possible from the line of big trucks. I saw the truck lights flash in the distance at the other end of the lot so I knew he was watching. The lot was brightly lit and my exhibitionism was in high gear when I got out of the car.

I knew he wasn't the only watcher. I walked slowly, swinging my hips like the cheap whore I was. I stepped down hard to make my boobs bounce for him. Halfway there I pretended to see something interesting on the ground and turning around, I bent down, keeping my long legs straight. He had a nice long look at my womanly ass before I stood back up and continued my strut.

At last, I reached the truck and climbed into the passenger side. He was as flabby and as gross as I remembered and maybe even smelled worse. I knelt on the seat and leaned over to give him a long kiss. Even his tongue was fat. It felt like a huge slug in my mouth. I breathed in the putrid aroma of his rotting teeth and kissed him even more ardently.

His huge fat fingers were mauling my breasts. I pushed my chest into his hands and with that encouragement any restraint he may have had flew out the window as he gripped and twisted my boobs. The pain was exquisite.

I moaned in ecstasy and suggested we move to the bed in the sleeper behind the seats. Breaking the kiss was hard and pulling his hands off my breasts was harder. I climbed through the curtained entrance to the dark cave-like compartment and lay back on the bed. The sheets smelled like they'd never been changed. They had stiff spots that I assumed were dried ejaculate and stunk of sweat, cum, urine, and worse.

He followed me in and lay next to me on the narrow bed. He seemed fascinated by my breasts and renewed his attack, my hands were busy too. I shoved his huge belly off the belt concealed beneath it and unbuckled it. The button at what should have been his waist had given up its fight long ago but the zipper still held and I unzipped it.

I bent and buried my face in his crotch. My lips nibbled on his stained and damp underpants and I wondered how we were going to get his pants and underpants off. The solution wasn't nearly as difficult as I'd imagined. He stood up and dropped his pants. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them off his huge bare feet.

I knelt on the floor and began to lick his feet and suck his toes. I slowly worked my way up his big calves and elephantine thighs. I managed to insert my head between those huge flabby thighs, my face toward his pendulous butt.

With great effort, my lips, at last, closed in on his anus. He shook and writhed with pleasure as my tongue circled and penetrated his sphincter. I had promised him a world-class rimming and for the next fifteen or twenty minutes, I delivered.

His fat veinous cock was surprisingly hard and he let me know it was time to fuck. He made me lie face down with my ass propped up with pillows and my legs spread wide. He mounted me, crushing me beneath his huge body. I was panting with desire underneath him.

Unerringly his cock found my anus and pushed its bulk completely in. The pace of his fucking was slow. As he pushed his cock in I tried to push back but with all that weight on me, it was hard work.

I gripped and released his cock with my tight sphincter muscles. The constant Kegel exercise I had done paid off in sensory pleasure for the men who fucked me.

The fat trucker fucked me for more than an hour. I would have liked it to last longer but he couldn't hold back the rush of cum that filled my bowels.

Both of us exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up with the dawn and woke him when I sucked his cock clean.

My fat lover generously offered me breakfast from the restaurant. He dressed and lumbered there and back with our meals. Since the day was sunny and bright and I was nearly nude he offered to drive me to my car. After checking the parking areas for police cars and not seeing any, I decided to make another 'walk of shame' through the parking lot.

With a drawn-out kiss and much fondling, I promised a return engagement. My slow stroll back to the car was enjoyable but uneventful.

I'll end this chronicle here with the promise of more. I was Joe's slave and his cheap whore for several months. He sold me to a more satisfactory master who I served for more than a year.