Happy Thanksgiving from your faggot

I wrote the Men of the faggot users club notes telling them why I was thankful for their use.


Happy Thanksgiving from your faggot.

I am thankful for you letting me suck your cock.
I am thankful for the times you squeeze my nipples.

I am thankful for the ways you talk dirty to me, calling me faggot and cocksucker, while I suck your cock.

I am thankful for the ways in which you paddle me.
I am thankful for the harsh paddlings in the principals office.
Thank you for being the one that disciplines me when I misbehave.

I'm thankful for the times you stop by to use me to get off.
I'm thankful for when you want me naked and bent over waiting for you.
I'm thankful for your cock and your cum.

Thank you for letting me service your cock 9 times this year.

I am thankful for the times you've stopped by to use me.
I am thankful for the ways in which you remind me that I am just a faggot whore, whose purpose is to service Real Men such as yourself.
Thank you for fucking my face and hole.
Thank you for using me twice in recent months.

I am thankful that you stopped by to make use of me a few months back.
I am thankful for the ways in which you use me.
I am thankful for you sharing your cock and cum with me.

I am thankful for the times you've stopped by to use me.
I am thankful for the way you look at me when you fuck my face.
I am thankful for the way you grab my head as you use my mouth.
I am thankful for your cock and your cum.
Thank you for letting me service you 3 times this year.

I am thankful for the times in which you've made rough use of me.
I am thankful for the ways in which you call me faggot and remind me of my place.
I am thankful for the ways in which you fuck all my holes.
I am thankful for all the times you've coated my face with your cum.
I am thankful for your cock and your cum.
I am also thankful to know that you have range and that we might have different interactions.
Thank you for using me 5 times this year.

I am thankful for the times when you visited and made use of me.
I am thankful for the ways in which you jack hammer my throat.
I am thankful for the times when you humiliated me by making me swallow your cum.
I am thankful for the times when you let me wear your cum on my face.
I am thankful for the times you fucked my ass and reminded me that I am a faggot.
I am thankful for your cock and cum.
Thank you for using me 4 times this year.

I am thankful for your attention and reminding me that my place is to service Men.

Happy Thanksgiving, Sir

It's not about me

I love being his faggot slut.
His cock and balls are wonderful and I love making him feel good.

I can't wait to service him today.  I'm going to give him a good long blow job before I climb on top of his cock and ride it.

 He loves it when I lick from the bottom of his ballsac to the tip of his cock.  Truth be told I love it also.  When I ride it I'm gonna make it last for him.  Slowing down when I think he's getting close before starting up again.

Maybe even climbing off of it and sucking it some more.  Maybe I'll keep doing this, waiting for him to flip me on my back and pound out my fuckhole till he shoots deep inside me.

Things would go differently if this was about me and my pleasure.  If it was, I wouldn't ride him.  I'd have him take me from behind.  I love being fucked this way.

I love having my nipples worked hard.  If it was about me he'd suck and chew on my nipples, driving me crazy.

It's not about me though.  If it was about me my hands would be restrained behind my back.  If it was, he'd fuck my ass as well as my front hole.  It's not. If it was about me, we'd end with him giving me a hot facial.

It's not about me. This is all about him being serviced and pleasured by this 3-holed faggot slut.

Worshiping His Ass

Worshiping His Ass

I press my face between his cheeks and inhale. His odour is neutrally masculine, somewhat reminiscent of Irish Springs soap, and it elicits from my body an immediate response. My breasts swell and my nipples harden; my clit swells, emerging from its hood, and pussy lips engorge, blossoming outwards to glisten wetly against the silken fabric of my panties. I dart my tongue out, tasting the sweat of a hard day spent at the office, and slip a hand into my panties. As he lowers his weight upon my face, I masturbate myself frantically, exploring the smooth skin between his ass and his balls as I do so. Above me, impossibly far away, he groans in satisfaction, and I feel a rush of pride. He is a great man—powerful and influential—and I am lucky to be allowed the privilege of eating his ass.

Our sessions don’t last long, never more than half an hour, and they usually occur at a downtown hotel close to our respective offices. Of course, the management would freak out if they knew what went on behind the closed doors of the corporate suite, but we’re always careful not to be seen together (I leave ten minutes after him). Not that it affect my career, but I would rather die than embarrass him or negatively impact his life in any way, shape or form. He is my Master, my White God, and pleasing him gives my life meaning and purpose like nothing else ever could.

When I need to take a breath—I try to do so as infrequently as possible—I rub the inside of his thighs and he lifts himself briefly off my face. Such moments are bittersweet: I need to breathe to survive, that’s a given, but my survival instinct clashes with my will, my desire to serve, which demands I somehow learn to do without or get what I need from his body alone. However, as it stands, I suck in as quick a breath as possible, then return my nose between his cheeks and resume licking and sucking as though my life depends on it.

If I’m supremely lucky, or if I’ve done a good job, or sometimes if he’s feeling magnanimous (or a combination of all the above), he’ll let me suck his cock as a reward. But it is a rare treat, and I can count the number of times it’s happened on one hand, and today is not one of those occasions. Instead, while I eagerly lap his puckered asshole, he jerks himself off and cums on my chest. I feel it splatter, hot and sticky, across my tits, and that alone is enough to make me cum. I convulse beneath him, bucking my hips wildly as pleasure replaces all rational thought, and I bury my tongue as deeply into his ass as I can.

By the time I come back to my senses, he’s already dressed and is getting ready to leave. I’m still on the bed, still naked, his cum now dried to my dark skin. I thank him for his gift of precious seed, he smiles, and is gone. I get up, get dressed, and leave, wondering how long it will be before I get the chance to worship his ass again.

faggot hat trick

Between last night and this afternoon, the 2 Men who I've serviced the most both stopped by.

The Man I call Mr. Kisser stopped by late last night.  He hadn't fed me a load in 2 weeks.  Started out blowing him.  Porn was playing so he sat on the edge of the bed as I worked his cock. He reached down a few times and squeezed my nipples. I so love that.  It makes me moan and squirm.  There was a mirror leaning against the wall.  I wondered if this was giving Mr. Kisser a view of my ass as I sucked his cock. Eventually he laid back and enjoyed my mouth. The moans he was making were an encouragement for me to do an even better job sucking his cock. I knew he was getting close so I tried to make it last a tiny bit longer but soon I knew it was time to ask him to fuck me.  Good thing I asked because I'd forgotten to ask to suck his cock.  Moments later I was on my back doubled over and his cock was in my hole.  No lube so it was a bit of a rough entry.  I'm a tad twisted so I like that stuff.  He didn't last long before he unloaded.  We joked that he was a 3 pump chump.  I didn't see it that way.  I knew he didn't have a lot of time so my goal was to get his nutt as quickly as possible. (Not to worry, there have been other times with him that I've done my best to make it last as long as possible. I was just trying to be a good faggot.)  He stayed in my hole for a while as we talked and kissed. Our only mutual regret was that he didn't make my hole more sore due to the lack of lube.

Whimpering

My ad said:

Make this FTM whimper 

Do you like it when they whimper because of how you pound their holes? Do you like to use them hard and use them up? This FTM faggot wants to service your cock. I'll suck you hard and then beg for you to fuck me in whatever hole you want. Make me gag. Make me whimper.

Looking for hung White Men over the age of 35. DDFI'm a horny Black FTM faggot of average build. Intelligent, clean and discreet. I host. You pound.Not looking to get eaten or fingered.



To which he replied....

Whimper faggot

Oh yeah, you bet I love to hear them whimper!  The woman I was with on Wednesday was gasping and whimpering while I fucked her puss so deep and hard as I pounded her.  God I love to hear that while I am fucking a cunt.  So is this what u want faggot?  You want to take the hung dick in the pic in ur hands and stroke it and then slide ur lips around it and get it steel hard and then slide it down ur throat?  Do u want me to fuck u with u on your back with your legs wide open or from the rear as I ride ur sweet black ass driving so deep u will think it will cum up ur throat?  And, yes, I have done this before.  55 bi-wm, 195lbs, muscular, 8.5 by 5.5 inches shaved and smooth cock.  DD and smoke free.  I WILL make you gag and whimper!  Are u up for it?  

Waiting for you

Waiting for you

http://temptingdominance.tumblr.com/post/128419322040/sweetpussyboy-i-expect-you-to-be-waiting-like

He dropped his pants

Had a new Man today.  He'd answered an ad back in June.  Finally got around to wanting some I guess.  Anyway the exchange with him was pretty quick, which was good.  I had to leave the house in an hour from when he first contacted me. He was 36 yo. Good looking guy.  Nice body.  Rarely hooked up. He was curious about my oral skills and whether my holes were really tight.

He dropped his pants and I sucked his shaved cock (and occasionally licked his balls).  His cock was a good length.  Not long enough to go down my throat but certainly a mouth full.  He stood with his hands on his hips enjoying my efforts and occasionally the porn I had playing.