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“squirm and drool, Pornosexual PIG. squirm and drool and hump your hand to my perfect PORN tits. make love to them in your melting gooner mind with your hand between your legs.”
Brainless bimbos like this exist to objectified and to be used by men.
Such a nice way for a girl to advertise what she is, don’t you think?
It’s important to cut up clothes until they are showing as much is as legally allowed. I like how this already slutty tee, was cut down to show off her gorgeous tits!
gagging on your own fingers while your fake nails dig into the back of your throat, thick strands of saliva connect your fingers to your lips, your eyes water and your tongue strains to push them out so you don’t vomit is so fucking degrading and hot
Yes, that’s where it goes! Good girl!
See? She’s not too far gone. She may not recall her ABC’s or even her name but handling cock is more a matter of muscle memory anyway. Yes, it’s true, we did go a bit far in our hypnosis session last week. She went under deeper than we’ve ever put her and now it seems that a considerable part of her has been lost, probably never to surface again. Thankfully there is much that can be salvaged, with time and some remedial training.
No, we certainly will not be repeating this mistake with any of the other subjects. This one’s current IQ is now estimated at about 60 (down ~27 points from her previous average), but she’s resistant to testing so it’s hard to tell. In any case she’ll be on her feet and chugging cum with the pros again in no time, mental retardation notwithstanding.
Yes, that’s a good girl. Such a good little dummy. Let’s wipe that drool off you now, okay?
And yes, I am aware that she won’t go in the car anymore. You can’t even put the seat belt onto her without running into a nasty tantrum, but that’s what chloroform and duct tape were made for, don’t you agree?
You don't drink Coke?!? And to think that I really liked you a minute ago!
I like to stay thin. Makes my tits look bigger. ;-)
Sluts like me have to work hard if we want to have a body like this so that we’re worth a Man’s time! 
Work yourselves to the bone and starve yourself for men. Make sure they get the body that they want. It doesn’t matter what they look like. 
I couldn’t care less about cum. Cum is absolutely not a reward for me, it doesn’t get me off, I don’t care if you decide to cum into a tissue instead of in my mouth. Its taste ranges from kind of salty to completely foul, and its consistency is disgusting. But I’ve pushed cum out of my ass and eagerly licked it up off the floor because I desperately wanted boys to like me.
Hong Kong Diary
I will call him Ian, my husband’s friend and my first client. We went to dinner at the China Club in Central Hong Kong, which was a beautiful trip to 1930’s Shanghai with uniformed waiters, music and antique lacquerware. It was good of him, I thought, to show me around to his private clubs. I was wearing a green silk dress with a one-shoulder neckline. We talked about Hong Kong and a bit about his friendship with my husband and about his business. We had the Peking duck and some Reisling. It was convivial, and the memories of previous fun times returned. I asked him why he wasn’t married and whether he had a girlfriend. He said he was between girlfriends. As we talked more, it became clear that he sometimes used prostitutes. I asked about them, why they were appealing and what skills they had. He said they were very discrete, gave no trouble in the morning, were usually very attractive and very skilled – more than your average girl you would get as a girlfriend. I was kind of envious of them and it did sound appealing.
After dinner, he suggested I see his apartment and his view. His apartment was said to be quite nice so I was eager to visit. We went there and it had a beautiful view indeed, of a bay, but less hectic than Hong Kong Central. Two tankers slowly floated by in the distance. It was a balmy night on the balcony, and our discussion turned back to the Asian demi-monde. I think I asked whether all of the prostitutes were Asian. He said they were, at least the ones he used. I asked why when there were so many Western girls. He said the Asian girls are popular for this purpose the world over. Even in New York and Paris, he said, many of the girls are Asian. Asian girls are prized for their beauty, their accommodating attitudes and their skills.
“I bet I am as skilled as they are,” I said. That was when I knew what would happen.
He wasn’t sure. They had lots of practice, he said.
“Do you think I could get such work here, and get practice?”
“I would have to know more,” he said.
He reached over and removed the one shoulder strap from my dress, which fell to the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was now just wearing my panties and heels. The humid Hong Kong breeze kissed my body.
He reached into my panties and felt my wet pussy. He finger fucked me. I knew it was going to come to this. I wondered who could see me on the balcony. He pressed into me, still fully dressed in his coat and trousers. He asked me if I was intrigued by the life of a high end Hong Kong escort and I nodded that I was. He removed my panties so that I stood nude against the balcony. I recovered myself somewhat as I felt his hard cock through his pants against my leg. I said that I couldn’t be that – an escort – without Ezra’s permission and so I couldn’t do what he wanted.
He told me a good escort would have to be more daring
than that.
I told him I could show him my other skills, my oral skills. He told me he would judge me and give me pointers, try to teach me some lessons.
I had been a bit uncomfortable moments ago but here on my knees I was back in my familiar world. Staring at a man’s crotch is my comfortable place; I know what to do. Whereas my mouth makes mistakes when it is talking, it doesn’t here and it is useful here. As I pulled down his zipper, I thought this is what my mouth was really made for. I could vaguely hear the conversation of the Chinese doorman with someone a few floors below as I kneeled – fully nude except for heels – and took my husband’s friend’s cock into my mouth. I didn’t care who could see me. I was excited and in a foreign country, so it didn’t seem to matter who might see me. Ian thrust his cock into my mouth and I had to open wide to get my lips around it. For some reason, a memory flashed back of Ian as a groomsman in my wedding as I pushed his trousers and underwear down to his feet. Who could have known that years later I would be on my knees sucking his cock on his balcony in Hong Kong. I lifted off his cock to show him some skills, to compete with the thousands of trained Asian boys and girls who are kneeling just like me and sucking white cocks every day in Bangkok, Hong Kong, Los Angeles, New York, London and Moscow. I licked Ian’s balls while jacking him off. I licked deeply below his balls, drooling, making the whole area dripping wet. I flirted with his anus with my tongue. At this point, it didn’t matter so much who I was with or where I was. I knew what to do. I returned to the front and sucked his cock again, rubbing his balls and stroking his cock with my hand as well. He enjoyed it and was saying I was as good as his favorite whore.
Before long, he ejaculated in my mouth and I swallowed it. His ejaculate was generous and some snuck out the corners of my mouth. When he was done, he pulled me up to my feet and kissed me on the forehead. He picked up my dress, wiped his semen off my mouth with
it (leaving a permanent stain!) and handed it to me.
We got dressed, enjoyed the view again and shared a glass of Chateau d’Yquem in his living room with the cum stain front and center on my dress. He told me that my fellatio skills were very good and I thanked him for the compliment. He asked if I could join him the next day. I said I would have to speak with Ezra.
After the glass of wine, he got up and told me his driver could take me home. I left. I don’t know whether the driver saw the stain.
THE SECOND TIME
The next morning I did speak with Ezra and told him everything. He said he had already spoken with Ian and he approved our getting together again. He said I would be receiving a generous gift and so I should have sex with him and do whatever he wants. I called Ian. He told me he would text me that evening when he was ready, around 9. He told me to dress nicely, but with no underwear, and to shave my pussy.
“Yes, Sir,” I said. “Completely or landing strip?”
“Completely,” he said. We got off the phone. I complied with his grooming request.
After my mom and I went shopping in the morning, I told her I would be going out with a friend after dinner.
After dinner, I took a shower and dressed for the evening. No underwear under my skirt though. I was excited to get fucked again. Thinking of my slutty behavior the night before had kept me titillated all day.
This event was more businesslike. I was texted later than expected, at 10, and told to meet the driver out front. Specifically, I was texted “Joey is in front. c u soon. bring cunt.” Finally. I was brought to Ian’s place on the Peak, up Garden Rd. (“Garden Do”) and into the hills.
When I arrived he had already had dinner. He was dressed much as he had been the previous day, though without coat and tie. We had a glass of wine and he had a cigarette. I asked him if he had been on a date. He said he had.
“But not with a prostitute?” I asked, smiling.
After the glass of wine, he told me bluntly to strip.
I did so as he poured another glass of wine. When he returned to the table, I was nude. He told me to put my heels back on, pushed an envelope over to me and gave me my glass. I opened the envelope and there were 16 $HK 500 notes, which is $1,000 US but looks
like more since it’s $8,000 HK.
I put the envelope in my purse, feeling a little nervous, a little humiliated and very excited. I put my heels back on. Ian told me to put my heels up on the couch and spread my legs, which I did. He came over and inspected me.
Ian looked right in my eyes with his fingers in my pussy and said “You are a whore now.”
For some reason at that point I thought of my mom, probably watching TV at the time, and I said “sorry Mom” in my mind. I don’t know why. Out loud I just said “Thank you.”
Ian lowered his head to my shaved pussy and began to lick and suck it, apparently a fetish for him. I enjoyed it. I wondered if he had fucked the girl earlier.
When he had had his fill of my pussy, he raised himself up and entered me in one thrust. I asked if he had a condom. He said no and kept thrusting. His cock had great girth and was very filling and satisfying. I thought that it was not my most fertile time of the month anyway…and if this is what being a whore is, it’s not bad.
My breaths became erratic. I asked him if he had fucked the girl from earlier tonight. He said “No, she is a nice girl.” He thrust deeper into me. I was very wet, and it was dripping down my ass crack, perhaps to the floor.
As he was fucking me, I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye toward the kitchen. I know he has a Filipino maid. I didn’t see her again. He stood up. The lights were on this whole time and the sliding glass door wide open to Hong Kong. He told me to go to the balcony and grab the railing. He sauntered out there, in no hurry, and surveyed me and the city. He told me to spread my cheeks but keep my knees straight and head down. I did. He said “You look great” as he slowly eased his cock in to my anus.
He vigorously fucked me while I looked upside down into his living room. I swear I saw someone looking through the crack in the door to the kitchen. Was it the maid? Was it the girl from earlier that evening? I have no idea.
He was thrusting particularly vigorously now.
“I think you could make money here. Finish me.”
He pulled out with a light sucking sound.
I wasn’t certain what he wanted but I turned around and kneeled down. I looked into his eyes and sucked his cock into my mouth. That was indeed what he had wanted.
His first spurt went into my mouth and tasted saltier than the previous night. He quickly pulled out and shot the rest – a generous load – on my forehead.
I reached up to push the semen away from my eye but he stopped my hand. He led me back into the living room to sit back on the couch but as I was sitting down he told me to sit the other way, to turn around and sit down backwards with my knees on the couch, my ass facing the room and my head looking over the back of the couch. He sat in a chair across from my ass and took up his glass of wine. He told me to reach back and spread my cheeks. I did so as the semen ran from my forehead down to my cheeks and the bottom of my face. I thought I heard him fiddling with something, something metallic and sort of heavy. Then we proceeded to have a conversation with him staring at my ass, at my spread, lubed anus as if that was my face, the important part of me. He asked me about my family mostly and a few things about my childhood. And then occasionally he would ask about how often I would be open to serving as a whore and he asked me what we had done that evening in great detail. It was a bit emotionally taxing, since in that position I was not particularly inclined to talk about my family and other personal matters. Finally, he told me to lean over to my purse and get my money and show it to him.
Then he told me to roll it into a tight cylinder and shove it in my anus. I was reluctant to do that. I think I said “Ian…” a few ties. But he insisted, so I did it. It actually wasn’t that easy.
He finally told me to sit normally and gave me another glass of the d’Yquem we hadn’t finished last night. I noticed that he had put his laptop on the table between us and it had something on top, which appeared to have a lens pointing at me.
“No. My PC is off. I just had to check some email.”
I was sitting normally now, but with cum dripping down my face. He told me to lean back a bit and spread my legs. He had me show him where I had put the money, he told me to use my tongue to lick up any stray cum from my face, he asked me if I was a whore, how much I cost, what I was going to buy with my money, whether I was married and then, finally, he had me masturbate.
At this point I was very much in my role. I did everything he said and enjoyed it in a way. I came rather intensely.
He offered me a cigarette and told me to sit up. I don’t smoke frequently but I took it. He cleaned my face with my dress, though by now the semen had been licked up, dripped off or dried up mostly. I smoked my cigarette, drank some of the Sauternes and then he
told me I could go. I put my glass down and got dressed.
He walked me to the door and said “bye.”
When I got home I got the money out and washed it. It was still good.
THE THIRD TIME
On the day of my departure I had not planned to do much except for just walk around and look at shops. Since that night with Ian, I had not been traumatized. I had been in a funny world where I wasn’t sure if that had really been a game, and therefore not prostitution, or actually prostitution. I had told Ezra all about it on the phone and he had been so excited, and so obviously complicit, that it somehow had felt more like a game.
My flight was in the early afternoon so nothing was urgent.
At 10 though I got a text from Ian, “Up for another round? Same rate.”
I didn’t think about it for long. I texted him back my location.
Shortly thereafter, Ian’s diminutive driver arrived in front of the shopping center. He showed me into the back seat, as usual. His face was neutral, “inscrutable” as they say about Asians. I had no idea what he thought about what was going on.
We got to Ian’s apartment. It was the middle of work day but I take it he had run home for a little jaunt.
There was no wine this time, and we conducted business first. He gave me $HK8,000 in cash and said he wasn’t telling Ezra about this one. He said he was just very horny and needed to get off and since I was still in town…
I took it. He told me to strip. He said he had to get back to work soon.
This time we went into his bedroom. He had me suck his cock and then he fucked me. I reminded him I didn’t have protection (and neither did he). It was warm so we were both sweating. He fucked me long and hard, longer than I expected, perhaps because he had cum so recently. He wasn’t so focused on saying things, as he had been the previous time. He finally pulled out and came up to my face. He ejaculated on my face.
“Thank you,” he said.
“My pleasure,” I said, my mouth somewhat obstructed by his semen.
He drew himself up over my face and lowered his balls to my face, swirling the semen around my face with his scrotum. I wondered why it was that he was here swirling his semen around my face with his scrotum and I was here accepting it. Are there historical factors? Can you trace the causation back to the opium wars? Is it my personality? His? Is it just the way of the world? Is there a feminist issue here? I know that at one point in our lives he and I were peers, and now we really are not. I am something for his use, or the use of other men. He is powerful and wealthy.
As I thought about these things, he told me to open my mouth and he lowered his semen-soaked scrotum into it.
“Do all your whores do this?” I asked.
At this point, he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking out his window at Hong Kong and I think trying to cool down in the breeze, liked a “warm down” on the elliptical, maybe sorting through the rest of his day’s calendar. He seemed a bit surprised that I had said anything, as if he had forgotten that I could speak.
“Yes,” he said. “Should I have Joey take you to the airport?” He asked.
I could hardly speak with his balls in my mouth but I tried to say “I ghaf to gt bk to sch….otell”
“Why do you have to get back to the hotel?” He asked.
“I haff to pk up my maahm,” I said.
“Your what?” He asked as he lifted his balls out of my mouth.
He inspected his scrotum. “My balls are very clean.”
I stuck my tongue up his salty anus.
“I have enjoyed our time together,” he said.
“What will you buy with your money?”
He rubbed his anus all over my lower face, which made it very wet with sweat and saliva.
He looked at his watch and got out of bed. He picked up my underwear and cleaned my face.
“Joey will take you to the hotel and the airport. Let’s go.”
I got dressed, got my money and we left.
I knew I had been a whore that day. Whatever the other night was, that third time hadn’t been a game. When I got back I split the first $1,000 with Ezra and kept the second. I went to Neiman-Marcus and got two pairs of shoes.

My first sexual experience came at the hands of an older family member. This page it the stuff I like to cum to. I love to hear people’s fantasies feel free to message me. Please enjoy my page I know I do. I’m not sure if I identify as a little but I think of myself as the young girl in these scenarios.
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