Sissified By BBC

We'd met on Craigslist in the Casual Encounters section.  I can’t even remember what I was advertising for.  Probably some form of sexual fantasy fulfillment/role play.  He was one of many guys who responded to my ad and at the time we couldn't really decide on a time and place that would work for both of us, so I'd met up with someone else that particular weekend.  I'd been intrigued by the tone of the emails he'd sent me and I’d liked his photos.  One of them was him in the nude, sitting with his arm resting in a way that partially blocked the view of his cock.  From what was visible of it, it looked very large and thick, a true BBC.  I could only wonder if I would be able to take it all.  I saved his emails and photos in the hopes that we would find the time to meet in the future.  In fact, in the email I'd sent him telling him that we couldn't meet at that time, but could possibly meet later, I'd given him my cell phone number as a gesture of good faith.  That's not something that I typically do and it would turn out that I wouldn't regret it, either. 

Some months later, I was at work when I got his first text message.  He simply asked if I was available and when we could meet.  Again, I wasn't available and I texted back to him saying so.  He messaged back saying that he really liked my photos and that he's looking forward to finally meeting me and then followed that with "I'ma tear that ass up."  Wow!  That got my attention.  I completely stopped what I was doing and read his message a few times, taking it in and realizing how incredibly turned on I suddenly was.  I texted him back "Wow!  I like the sound of that."  Moments later he responded. "Yeah, every time I look at your pics, that's how it makes me feel and I know I can fuck you good and make you my private bitch on the side." followed shortly by "completely bitch you out".  My mind was blown.  He was pressing my buttons in exactly the right way.  I was at work, I'd been doing my job and in a few short sentences sent via text, he'd totally taken me someplace else psychologically.  I felt like a femme slut, his bitch, and what's more, I totally loved it.  My cock was as hard as a rock and I found myself wishing I was dressed up in drag and at his sexual service right at that moment.  The unfortunate reality was that I couldn't do that and wouldn't be available to meet him anytime soon.  I texted him back saying as much and he replied "Alright, Ho... get back to me... get them panties and that asshole ready... I want you wearin' white panties and be a straight up bitch..."  followed by "I want you swishin' that ass hard and teasin' me to tear that bitch ass up... shake that ass like a bitch." then he finished with "Have them heels clompin' when you walk."  My sexually piqued mind was racing and I couldn’t think of anything else but sucking his big black cock, bending over for him and feeling his thickness stretching my ass as he made me his bitch.  Throughout the rest of the day, my mind drifted over and over again to fantasies of sexual submission to him and what it might be like to have him verbally humiliating me in person as he used me for his sexual gratification.  He had made me so horny that I had to masturbate on my break. 

It wasn't until a couple of months later that I heard from him again.  Like before, I was at work when he texted to ask if I was available and my response was the same as before.  I was unavailable.  He wrote back "I want you to be my bitch... u make a hell of a bitch."  He'd done it again.  In the space of two short text messages he'd feminized me and totally turned me on.  I texted back "I like the way you talk to me. I’ve asked guys to talk to me that way and they never get it right."  He wrote back "I'm real... I naturally just know how to treat a bitch... I don't have to fake it, it comes natural... You want to be my bitch on the side?"

I didn't know what to say, so I simply replied "I like it. Turns me on." and moments later he responded "I don't think you've ever been turned out the way I want to turn you out." followed by "U gon' know that u are definitely a bitch." and then "bitch legs, bitch voice, bitch attitude, and a bitch mind."  My mind was spinning and my cock was rock hard.  I wanted so badly to meet him and feel his dominance in person, but I couldn't think of when I might be able to do so.  We exchanged a few more messages about staying in touch and whatnot and then I had to go and relieve my desire by masturbating again. 

I saved his text messages and in the months that followed, I would occasionally read them just for the sexual thrill they gave me.  Those messages from him were the fuel for many sexual fantasies and just as many masturbatory orgasms.

A few months later we were back in touch.  This time it was I who emailed him.  I was actually available. I told him that I was going to be dressing up and asked if he was still interested in meeting me.  He was.  In our initial emails, he'd suggested a date at the movies.  We'd never gotten into the details, but I always imagined we'd go to a movie nearing the end of its run so that there wouldn't be many people in the theater.  We'd sit at the back and when the lights went down he'd start feeling me up, stroking my legs, and making me rub his big cock through his pants.  I imagined that he’d tell me to unzip them and I’d do as he told me, pulling his thick, hard cock through his fly and stroking his naked cock while he watched the movie.  Eventually, he’d just push my head down into his lap and make me suck him.  To orgasm?  I'd wondered.  Or maybe he'd just make me suck his cock and lick his balls all through the whole movie. Or, at least until he couldn't wait any longer and just had to fuck me, and  then he'd take me by the hand, lead me out of the theater, back to his car and into the back seat where he'd make me his bitch for real by fucking me deep with his huge black cock.  Until now it had all been just a fantasy, but now it seemed a real possibility that it could happen.  He was down for the movie and said he would come to San Francisco to pick me up.  We'd settled on a time and a neutral location.  We'd meet at the Safeway grocery store between Mission St. and San Jose Ave. and then go from there.  He’d really liked the miniskirt that I was wearing in one of the photos he'd seen of me.  It was black, pin-striped, tight and very short and he told me to wear it and some white panties.  It really turns me on to have a guy tell me what to wear and so I was extra excited while I was getting dressed.  Unfortunately, I'm notorious for taking way longer to get ready than I allow time for and so I had to message him that I was running late.  He was very understanding and patient and told me that he'd be waiting at our meeting point.  When I finally arrived at the Safeway parking lot it was pretty late and for discretion's sake, I parked behind the grocery store on San Jose Ave.  I didn't see the black SUV he'd told me that he would be driving, so I texted him.  He texted me back that he was in the parking lot on the side of the store, so I got out of my car and started walking in that direction.  The clicking of my 5" stiletto heels against the sidewalk seemed loud to me as I carefully minced along.  Although it was dark and the sidewalk was empty except for me, the distance I had to walk was about half a city block and I knew that my clothes made me look like a whore to anyone who might see me.  I must admit, though, that nervous, exposed feeling is a real rush and I kind of like it.  When I finally reached the parking lot I immediately saw his vehicle and him inside of it.  I added more of a strut and wiggle to my walk as I approached him and made an effort to give him as good a look at me as possible as I walked around to the passenger side and climbed in.  We exchanged pleasantries and he complimented me on my looks.  He reached out and started rubbing my bare thighs and then pushed my skirt up to see that I was wearing white panties as he'd instructed.  Deciding that we were too exposed under the lights in the parking lot, he drove out to the street behind the store and parked there.  He instructed me to get into the back, so I got out of the car and re-entered in the back seat.  He joined me moments later.

As is usual with these hook up blind dates, there were a few awkward moments as we tried to transition from saying hello for the first time to me on my knees with his cock in my mouth.  Also as is usual, it didn't take too long for him to finally just whip out his cock and let me get my hands on it.  It was big.  It was barely starting to get hard and was already much longer and thicker than mine is when it's fully erect.  I stroked his cock with my hands until it was nice and hard.  I was about to get down and start sucking when he pulled a condom out and started putting it on.  I appreciate that he wanted to be safe, but I always find it disappointing that I'll be sucking cock but not tasting it.  Not to mention the desensitizing effect that a condom has.  I knew I'd have to really work some magic to make him cum with a condom on.  When he was ready, I bent down and took his cock head between my lips and started swirling my tongue around it.  Once it was wet enough, I started bobbing up and down, sucking hard as I took more and more of his thick cock into my mouth.  A few minutes into it, I realized that I needed a more comfortable position to work from, so I kicked off my heels and got onto my knees on the floor of his car and resumed servicing his cock.  My head was bobbing up and down, my lips gliding over his thick shaft.  I was sucking his cock for all I was worth, working hard to make it feel good for him through the condom when something happened that caught me by surprise.  He started talking dirty.  I love dirty talk, the filthier the better.  But what he said wasn’t anything I’d ever imagined I’d hear.

“Suck my dick, Faggot.  Suck it, you fag.”

Believe it or not, I'd never been called a faggot before.  When I dress up as a woman, I like to consider myself female.  Yes, I am male under all the feminine clothes and makeup, but generally, in these situations everyone simply accepts that I am female and treats me as such.  By calling me a faggot he had changed the dynamics of our relationship.  I was no longer a 'gurl' sucking a man's cock.  I was now a feminized guy in drag being emasculated, dominated and sissified by a another guy, a REAL man.  In my many sexual encounters with men, none of them had ever suggested that I was gay, never mind any of them calling me a faggot.  I was a little bit taken aback.  Should I be offended?  I certainly wasn't.  As I wrestled with my feelings about what he'd said, I kept bobbing up and down on his thick cock without missing a beat.  He kept calling me a faggot and I kept right on sucking his cock like a faggot.  "Suck my dick, faggot.  Suck it like a bitch, you fag."  For him, I think it wasn't enough that I sexually submit to him as a 'gurl'.  He seemed to get off on acknowledging my maleness while simultaneously emasculating and humiliating me, as well.  For me, I was starting to realize that I liked it.  There was no denying that the more he called me a fag, the more my cock strained against my panties which held it firmly tucked between my legs.  Sucking cock is always a turn on for me, but this was different.  Being called a faggot, being called the name that describes exactly what I was in that moment as I sexually serviced his cock, was thrilling and even liberating.  I wanted to be what he was calling me.  I wanted to be his cocksucking faggot bitch and I tried to show him that by sucking his cock as well as I could.  "Suck it, fag.  Suck my dick, fag."  This went on for quite a while.  It was like a mantra that he never stopped repeating, drumming it into my head, into my psyche.  And I embraced it, owned it, and used it to fuel my desire to pleasure his cock with my mouth until, finally, he was climaxing, his cock filling the condom with his hot seed.  I was elated to have made him cum, but it was a bit anticlimactic to not be able to taste it.
When he was done, he carefully removed the condom and fastened up his pants while I straightened my clothes and put my heels back on.  I gathered my purse and glanced around to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything and by then he was already stepping out of the car to return to the driver's seat.  We said our goodbyes and I walked back down the block to my car.  I like to think that he enjoyed the view of my ass wiggling in my obscenely short skirt as I walked away.  Once back in my car I found myself filled with regret, not for the things I had done with him, but for what I hadn't.  I regretted not thinking to ask him to pour his cum from the condom into my mouth so I could drink it down, or onto my face for a nice facial.  I'd like to think that he would've enjoyed seeing me savor his cum.  I know I would've loved it.  "Next time..." I thought as I drove away.

January 4, 2013 - Starting the Year Off With a Bang!

Last Friday night I dressed up for the first time in what seems like forever and I went to Power Exchange.  Power Exchange is a sex club here in San Francisco.  I was wearing a black, form-fitting, sleeveless top, a pair of sheer brown arm sleeves to keep my arms warm, a tight, stretchy, black and white striped miniskirt, suntan sheer-to-waist pantyhose and 6" black patent leather platform pumps.
I arrived at Power Exchange not long after they opened, so it was almost empty.  I took a quick tour of the place and it felt like there were only a handful of people there.  I kept seeing the same few guys.  There were two young guys, one looked to be Mexican and the other possibly Filipino, who I was hoping would approach me, but didn't, even though I caught them both taking glances at me. After cruising for a while, I stepped into one of the booth-like rooms off of the main hallway in the downstairs part of the club and moments later the Filipino guy poked his head in.  He was starting to turn to walk away when I said "Hello."  He stepped into the small room and returned my greeting.  "Are you having a good time?" I asked.  He said that he was having an alright time, but it was his first time there and he was surprised at how empty it was.  I explained that it was early and most people don't show up until around midnight.  Then I asked him "What are you looking for tonight?"  His response was tentative and barely audible above the loud music.  "A blowjob?", he said.  It was meant to be a statement, but sounded more like a question, as if he was unsure if I would be offended by such a statement.  Of course, I'm never offended by such things and I responded by smiling warmly and saying "That's great!  I love giving blowjobs."  His face lit up and he seemed relieved.  I set my purse and jacket down on a chair and sat in another and he wasted no time taking position standing between my spread knees and unbuckling his pants.  His semi-hard cock was soon dangling invitingly in front of my face as he rolled on a condom.  Once his cock was covered, I wasted no time taking it into my mouth.  I loved feeling it grow and harden between my lips and I started stroking his shaft with my left hand while I concentrated my lips and tongue on his mushroom tip.  I was quite pleased with his size once he was fully erect and to show my appreciation, I took his cock to the back of my mouth and further, swallowing his cock down my throat.  He was talking, but I couldn't hear much of it.  I caught just enough to know that it was appreciative praise for what I was doing to him and that was all the encouragement that I needed.  I continued sucking his cock for a good while, alternating between sucking, stroking, and deepthroating until he pulled out and started stroking his cock in my face.  Within moments he pulled off the condom and said "Open your mouth."  I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and I could hear him begin to pant and moan as his orgasm overtook him.  He shoved his bare cock into my mouth and I wrapped my lips tightly around the head as he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cum onto my tongue.  It was a nice big load.  A real mouthful.  I kept sucking his cock, milking it with my hands and mouth to drain him of every drop of cum.  When he pulled away to zip up, I looked up at him and opened my mouth wide to show him my cum-filled mouth.  Then, I swallowed it, smiled and thanked him.  While he was zipping up, I gathered my things, composed myself and then excused myself to the ladies' room so I could fix my lipstick. 

After touching up my makeup, I went back downstairs and started cruising again.  It seemed like only a matter of minutes when my path crossed with the young Mexican guy I'd seen earlier.  This time, he didn't let me walk by without accosting me.  He said something to me, but I couldn't hear over the music, so I asked him to follow me into the very same room where I'd just sucked off the other guy.  Once inside, he told me that he wanted a blowjob.  I figured he must've seen me sucking the other guy and that was the reason for his directness compared to his earlier passivity.  I said "Sure." expecting that we'd get to it right where we stood, but he had other ideas.  He wanted to go to the back room behind some curtain.  I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but followed him anyway.  It turns out that he wanted to go behind a curtain in the back room that you're not supposed to go behind.  I guess he wanted privacy, or something.  I humored him and followed him back there.  He whipped out his cock, (another good sized one) and I started sucking.  I was pleased to taste his naked cock, but it didn't take long for security to find us and make us get out of there.  I was a little bit pissed off that he'd insisted we go back there, but followed him anyway as we relocated to the room we'd been in before.  I set my things down again and took my place squatting down in front of him as he pulled out his cock and fed it into my eager mouth.  He held my head in his hands almost the entire time guiding my head up and down on his cock.  When I deepthroated him, he held my head firmly and fucked my throat like it was a pussy.  So hot!  By now I was enjoying it so much that I'd forgotten about the earlier false start.  He lasted a long time and I had to really work for my reward.  I don't think I've ever deepthroated anyone as much as I did him and I was very proud of myself for taking his cock in my throat for longer than I've ever before.  I do think I'm getting better at it.  So I kept sucking and deepthroating his cock until he finally rewarded me by unloading in my mouth.  It was a smaller load than the first guy, but I happily swallowed his cum and thanked him.

After swallowing that second load, I left and walked back to my car.  At first I thought I might go home, but I was still horny and in the mood for a good fuck.  So, I took off the pantyhose I was wearing and switched to an identical pair in which I'd cut a slit in the cotton crotch panel so I could get fucked without pulling them down.  I also switched skirts to a super short, pleated mini that barely covered my ass.  I took my time changing and fixing my makeup in my car and by the time I went back in to Power Exchange there was a lot more people.  I cruised around for a bit and then sat down in one of the rooms with a TV screen playing porn and watched for a while.  It was pretty vanilla porn, though, boring and repetitive, and so I decided to cruise some more.  

The outfit I was wearing when I went back
inside for some more fun.

One of the many cool things about Power Exchange is that they have a fucking machine.  It'd been a while since my last visit and I was delighted to find that they now had three fucking machines, each of them different.  They each have a seat with a hole in the middle of it with a dildo mounted below sticking up through the hole in such a way that you can sit on it and get fucked.  One works by having someone sit on another seat and work pedals like on a bicycle which makes the dildo go up down while someone else is sitting on it.  Another one you sit on the seat with the dildo inside of you and there's a handle in front of you which works a lever that is attached to the dildo so all you have to do is work the lever up and down to make the dildo go in and out of you.  The last one has a similar seat with a hole in it and a dildo sticking up through the hole, but the dildo stays still and the seat is mounted on springs from below.  When you sit on it your body weight presses the springs (and the seat) downward allowing the dildo to enter you.  There's a handlebar mounted in front of you so you have something to hold onto.  So it basically works by sitting down, holding the handlebars and bouncing up and down on the springy seat.  How hard you bounce determines how deeply the dildo penetrates.  All three of these machines are in an alcove just off of the main hallway in the downstairs area and none of them were being used.  I was still super horny for a good fuck and I hadn't been approached by any men who I deemed good candidates, so I decided that I'd take matters into my own hands and take a ride on one of the fucking machines.  I chose the one with the lever.  I rolled a condom onto the dildo, rubbed lube all over it, straddled the seat and lowered myself down.  The dildo was pretty large, bigger than the one I play with at home, and I had to work it in, but once I'd taken the thick head into my ass it was easy to lower myself into a full sitting position.  I took hold of the lever in front of me and pushed slowly but firmly, forcing the dildo upward and deeper into me.  It was intense but before long I was working the lever hard, fucking myself deeply.  It wasn't long before some people began to stop and watch.  Most watched from a distance and only briefly before moving on.  After a while I noticed a tall black man watching me intently while stroking his cock.  It was a big one and I wanted it.  I motioned with my finger for him to come closer.  He walked over to me rolled a condom onto his cock and fed it into my mouth.  I continued working the lever, forcing the dildo in and out of my ass as I sucked his long, thick cock.  He must have been super horny because it didn't take long at all for him to fill the condom with his cum.  He was pulling off the condom as he walked away and within moments he was gone.  I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to taste his cock or his cum, but it was a pretty nice thrill to suck cock while getting 'fucked'.  First time I've had that experience.  After a while I decided to give one of the other machines a try.  I rolled a condom onto the dildo on the spring loaded machine, lubed it up and took a seat.  My ass was already stretched from the ride on the first machine, so the dildo on this one slid right in and I immediately began bouncing up and down.  It was great!  I rode that machine for quite a while, again with the revolving audience.  There was one guy who lingered noticeably longer than most.  After a while he came closer, much closer, trying to get a better look.  He even crouched down to get a good look underneath the seat so he could watch the dildo gliding in and out of my ass.  I was enjoying putting on a good show for him when he finally spoke.

"Do you want to try a real cock?" he said.

I paused thoughtfully then replied  "Yes, I would." smiling warmly as I did.  I gathered my jacket and purse and took his hand as he lead me down the hall to another of the little booth-like rooms along its length.  I set my purse and jacket down and squatted down in front of him as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock.  It must have been my lucky day because once again I was very pleased with its size.  It wasn't as long as the dildoes I'd been riding, but probably as thick, with a nice big knob of a head.  I could already imagine how good that first stroke would feel as his mushroom tip pops inside of me.  I took his cock into my mouth and sucked.  I bobbed up and down on his cock, working it with my hands.  When it was hard enough, he rolled a condom on and simply said "Bend over." I sucked his condom-sheathed cock into my mouth one more time to make sure it was nice and wet and then I turned around, bent over and braced myself on the chair in front of me.  He lined up his cock with my hole and pushed.  His swollen mushroom head entered me and it was as wonderful as I had imagined only moments before.  He started slowly at first, but pretty soon he was pumping his cock in and out of my ass with gusto.  His cock felt amazing to say the least, and he was giving it to me like he owned me.  He even started talking dirty to me and slapping my ass every now and then.  I loved it.  

"You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you?" he said.  "You like my cock?" "You like the way I fuck you?".  On and on like that.  It was great.  Every time he asked a question like that, my response was "Yes!"  "Oh, yes!", "I love it!" or "I love how you fuck me!".  I even started encouraging him.  Saying things like "You make me feel like a bitch!"  "Fuck me like a bitch."  "Fuck me harder!".  Everything that I said was a breathless exclamation because he was fucking me so hard.  I mean, he was making me squeal, he was fucking me so hard and deep.  He was pulling his cock almost all the way out so that only the very tip was barely inside of me and then ramming it back in, balls deep, impaling me on his thick cock over and over.  It was so intense that I had to ask him if we could take a break.  He pulled out and I turned around and sat down.  He didn't allow me to be idle, though.  He wiggled his condom covered cock in front of my face and then shoved it into my mouth.  It was the first time I'd done 'ass to mouth' with a guy.  I sucked his cock for a little while and when he thought I'd rested long enough, he ordered me to bend over again.  He slid his cock up my ass and continued the deep and thorough fucking right where he'd left off.  This went on for at least a half an hour.  When at one point he was long-stroking me and his cock accidentally slid all the way out, I asked for another break.  He agreed that we should take a break.  Unfortunately for me, he was zipping up his pants as he said it, which meant we were done.  I was grateful for the rest, but sad that I didn't get his cum.  He'd fucked my brains out, though, and I'd loved it.  I thanked him for the great fuck and he went on his way.  After he'd gone, it took me a good while to cool off, rest up and compose myself.  I contemplated cruising for more cock, but I was pretty wore out after that last guy, so I decided to call it a night and head home.  All in all, a pretty good/slutty start to the new year.

October 16, 2011 - Cumsicles = Yummy!

October 16, 2011

I was at the Power Exchange with Janice and her friend, both visiting from England.  I took a seat in the large room in the basement near the large round bed and it wasn’t long before guys were approaching me.  I sucked a few cocks, but only one of them  to orgasm.  He wore a condom as I sucked him and he came, filling the condom with his thick, gooey cum.  I pulled the condom off of him and tied it in a knot so none of the cum would spill and then placed it in my purse.  After he walked away another guy walked up and asked for a blowjob and I said ‘yes’ and took his cock in my slutty mouth.  After I sucked him for a while he asked if he could fuck me.  All that cock sucking had made me super horny and I was totally ready for a good fuck so of course I said ‘yes’, again.  I climbed onto the bed on all fours, raised my skirt and pulled my thong to the side.  He rolled on a condom, lubed it up and mounted me from behind.  After only a few moments of finding the right angle his cock was inside of me and he was riding me, pumping my ass with his stiff cock.  I felt like a total bitch with his stiff boner sliding in and out of my ass.  He was using me like a cheap whore and I was loving it.  I took his cock deep inside of me like a good slut, letting him take his pleasure.  When he finished, I turned around and carefully removed the condom so as not to spill any of the precious cum, tied it in a knot and held it as I wrapped my lips around his shrinking cock, cleaning it with my mouth the way a good cocksucker should.  When his cock was clean, he zipped up, thanked me and walked away.  I placed the cum-filled condom in my purse with the other one and the night continued relatively uneventfully.

When I got home I placed the condoms, my prizes, in a zip lock baggie and put them in the freezer.  A few weeks later I was feeling horny and got dressed up real sexy.  I put on a quick application of makeup and started fantasizing about my recent slutty escapade at Power Exchange and before you know it I was totally craving cock and cum.  I wasn’t made up enough to actually go out and I didn’t really have time for that anyway, but I remembered that I still had my prizes from that night in the freezer.  I retrieved the frozen cumsicles and brought them back to my room.  I stood in front of the mirror, cut the reservoir tip off of one of the condoms and squeezed the frozen cum onto my cum-hungry tongue.  I watched in the mirror as the white cumsicle quickly began to melt into a puddle of creamy cummy goodness on my tongue.  Totally turned on by the taste of it, I quickly cut the tip off the other condom and squeezed its contents into my mouth, as well.  I was super horny as I watched it melt, too, doubling the size of the pool of cum in my mouth.  I twirled my tongue around, watching the cum swirl and ooze and tasting the combined flavors of two loads of semen from two complete strangers who had used me for their sexual pleasure.  I savored the flavor of the two loads of cum and then swallowed like a good cum slut should.  Typing this up now makes me crave cum and I find myself wishing that I had a few more cumsicles in the freezer to eat right now.

-Tiffany

May 27, 2011 - 3 Loads Of Cum For Tiffany

I arrived at the Power Exchange sex club sometime after midnight.  I'd been dressed up since earlier in the afternoon when I did a photo shoot after which I'd gone out to a music show.  The photo shoot had gotten kinda racy with me playing with a dildo and so I was pretty horny the rest of the evening.  I was at Power Exchange to blow off some steam and to hopefully blow some cocks.  I was wearing a body-hugging, gray, sleeveless top with black fence net sleeves, a navy blue/black plaid, tiered miniskirt (super short so it barely covered my ass), black garterbelt with black sheer stockings, and a pair of black patent, stiletto heeled pumps.  I looked pretty sexy and more than little bit slutty.
I headed downstairs straight away and took a walk around to see what was happening and what kind of attention I could attract.  I got several appreciative stares, smiles and compliments as I strutted around the place.  I finally found a place to sit in one of the larger rooms and within moments a guy was asking if he could sit next to me.  We exchanged the briefest of introductions before he asked for a blowjob.  I said okay and was prepared to suck his cock right where we were, but he was the shy type and wanted a little bit of privacy, so I allowed him to lead me to one of the small play rooms along the hallway leading to the room that we were in.  Once there, I sat down on the chair in the corner and he took his place in front of me and unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock.  Without hesitation I took it into my mouth and started sucking and massaging it with my lips and tongue.  As his cock swelled and stiffened in my mouth, I got more and more turned on and my enthusiasm grew.  I was a happy gurl once his cock was fully erect and I really started working it, sucking the head while stroking his shaft with my hand, taking his cock to the back of my throat and gagging on it and generally worshipping his cock with my mouth.  Sucking cock is a huge turn on for me, so pretty soon I was craving a good fuck.  I sucked him for a few minutes more until I couldn't wait any longer and then I asked if he wanted to fuck me.  He excitedly said 'yes' and so I handed him a condom, stood up, raised my skirt and pulled the crotch of my thong to the side to give him easy access to my asshole.  After the brief few seconds that it took him to apply lube to his condom-wrapped cock, he stood closely behind me.  I bent at the waist, leaning forward and bracing myself on the chair.  I felt his cock pressing against my asshole and in moments his cock was penetrating me.  He gripped my waist with both hands and started banging away, fucking me like a bitch.  As he slammed away at my ass, I held on tight, fighting for balance as I teetered in my stiletto heels.  After a while the lube seemed to lose its slickness and I had to ask him to pull out and apply more.  He pulled out, slathered on more lube, and then wasted no time shoving his cock inside of me again.  Several more minutes later I had to ask him to stop again because it was hurting.  I think it was more a matter of him not finding the right angle to make it work rather than not enough lube.  Anyway, I simply asked him to stop so I could finish him off with my mouth and he complied.  I sat down again and and as soon as I rolled the condom off of him he shoved his cock back into my mouth.  I got right to work, sucking his cock deep, down to his balls and stroking it with my hand at the same time.  In just a few minutes I felt his hands on the back of my head as he grunted and unloaded his hot cum into my mouth.  I usually gulp the cum down as the guy pumps it into my mouth, but this time I held it, waiting until he was completely done ejaculating.  Then I slid my lips up and off of his cock, being careful not to lose a drop, and while he busied himself pulling up his pants, I spit his cum into the condom he'd worn to fuck me earlier, tied it into a knot so as not to spill any and placed it into my purse.  He was already thanking me and saying goodbye as I stood to straighten up my clothes and he was gone well before I was composed enough to step out into the hall again.

My first stop after fooling around with a guy is always the restroom.  In this case I went back upstairs to the non-coed 'Ladies' restroom where I wiped away excess lube from my ass, retouched my makeup and otherwise primped and preened to make myself presentable again.  It was probably fewer than 10 minutes before I was back downstairs strolling down the main hallway again and only minutes after that I was approached by another guy.  He was white, probably in his early 40's, with a medium build.  He said hello and started making small talk.  It took a few minutes but he finally got around to asking for what he wanted, a blowjob.  Being a cum slut on the prowl I said "Sure.  Let's go." and let him lead me to another small room that was very near where we were standing.  Once inside, I wasted no time getting myself into position sitting on the bench that ran along one wall of the small space, and he wasted no time unzipping and pulling out his cock.  Like a good cock sucking cum slut I was all over it immediately.  I took his cock between my lips and was pleased to feel it respond on contact, swelling and stiffening as my lips glided over his shaft.  I did my best with my mouth and hands to make sure he was enjoying himself and in the meantime, I was getting hornier by the minute.  I had a serious desire to feel his cock up my ass and he seemed very pleased when I stopped sucking his cock to ask "Do you wanna fuck?".  A minute later I was standing, bent over at the waist, my hands on the bench as he lubed up his condom-wrapped cock and prepared to give me my second anal fuck of the night.  The first guy had loosened me up a bit, so my new lover's cock slid in easier even though his cock was slightly larger than the first guy's.  He began thrusting into me, finding that good angle for penetration that the first guy hadn't been able to.  He was bumping against my ass so hard, I was struggling to balance in my high heels, bracing myself against the wall, the chair, whatever I could get my hands on.  I lifted one knee up onto the bench to better steady myself and then I felt him move in closer behind me.  He wrapped his arms around my body so that we were spooning while standing and in that position he continued to fuck me by moving only his hips.  He rocked his hips, pumping his long, stiff cock in and out of me in the most pleasant way.  Then he pulled me away from the bench moving us backward until his back was against the wall behind us, his cock firmly, deeply up my ass the whole time.  I was standing again, bent at the waist, his hands on my hips.  My hands could still reach the bench in front of me, so I was able to use that for leverage as I rocked back and forth, fucking his cock, his hands pulling me onto his cock again and again.  This seemed to be the position that was doing it for him the best and so we stayed like that for a few more minutes until he orgasmed, unloading into my well fucked ass.  He pulled out of me and I quickly took control, removing the condom and squatting down in front of him to clean his cock and balls with my mouth.  As I sucked his cock dry I tied the condom in a knot and held it until I was done cleaning him up.  As he did up his pants, I placed the cum-filled condom into my purse with the other one and then proceeded to straighten up my clothes once again.  We thanked eachother for a good time and we went our seperate ways.

After another visit to the 'Ladies' room I returned to the downstairs area once again.  I took one complete tour of the halls and room down there and as I approached the stairs leading back up I came across a tall young black man.  We exchanged greetings and he got right to the point.

"I've never been with a TGurl before." he said. 
"Oh, no?" I responded.
"Yeah, and I want to find out what it feels like to get my dick sucked by one.  You down?"

He didn't have to ask twice.  I led him into another small room that was only a few feet from where we stood.  Once inside he began unfastening his pants as I squatted down in front of him.  He pulled his boxers down to reveal his beautiful cock, longer and thicker than either of the other two I'd already had.  I took it in my hand and admired it a few moments before taking the large, smooth mushroom tip between my lips.  It was literally only seconds since he'd said 'hello' to me and I now had his cock in mouth.  I opened my mouth wide to accomodate his thickness and started bobbing my head up and down on his cock, taking more and more of it into my mouth with each stroke.  I stroked his shaft with my hand in rhythm with my mouth, making sure that he was feeling pleasure along the entire length of his BBC.  It was about 10 minutes later that he grabbed his cock at the base and began pumping it up and down as he shot a hot, sticky load of cum into my mouth.  I moaned with pleasure as I tasted his cum on  my tongue.  When he was finished, he fastened his pants and was still buckling his belt as he walked out of the room without saying a word.  A 'thank you' would have been nice, but to be honest, I thought it was totally hot that he'd used me as a cum dump and then just walked away.  I took a condom out of my purse, opened  and unrolled it and then spit his load inside of it.  I tied it in a knot and placed it with the others. 

I made another trip to the 'Ladies' room and when I came back out I heard one of the employees saying something about closing up.  I probably could have stayed a bit longer, but I had already had a teriffic time.  All told I had three loads of cum from three different partners, all complete strangers.  I'd sucked all three of them and been fucked by two of them.  I felt so slutty as I walked out of the place.  When I got to my car I took the three cum-filled condoms from my purse and held them up near my face and snapped a picture with my digital camera, a document of my slutty exploits.

3 loads of cum from three different men. I love making men cum.

So, maybe readers are wondering why I was saving the cum in condoms instead swallowing it like a good slut should.  Well, I'd chatted a couple of times with a domme woman who gave me a sort of assignment.  I was to collect several loads of cum from different men, save it in condoms and even take a photograph of myself with them as proof that I'd done it.  Then I was to save the cum and use it as dressing on a salad that I would then have to eat.  Can you think of a better salad dressing for a cum slut?

-Tiffany

November 24, 2010 - Paper Delivery Man Gets A Treat

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July 14, 2007 - Plumber Takes It Out In Trade

The following is a fictionalized version of a roleplay that I did with a guy I met on Craigslist.  I responded to his ad looking for a TGurl to fool around with and I suggested that we do a roleplay and he was into it.  We exchanged a few emails working out the details and then set up a time to meet and this is pretty much how it played out.  I couldn't remember everything said and done so I filled in a few gaps in the narrative and made up the dialog to match the feel of what happened that night, but this is pretty much how it played out.  We had never met before he showed up at my door pretending to be a plumber.  It was super hot. ;)

P.S.  The photos are the actual ones that he took while we were playing and are the first ever of me sucking cock.  They came out kinda crappy because he was unfamiliar with my camera and also, perhaps, because he was distracted by me sucking his cock.  Hee, hee, hee.


It was a Friday night and I was planning on a night out on the town.  I was wearing a burgundy, long-sleeved, sheer top, brown miniskirt that hugged my ass and flared out just below it.  It was so short that it just barely covered my ass.  Sheer taupe pantyhose, and brown 4 1/2" strappy, 'fuck me' sandals completed my outfit.  I was super horny. Even more so than usual because while I was getting dressed up earlier I had a gangbang porno DVD playing to help heighten my mood.  It had really done the job and looking in the mirror now, I had a pretty good feeling that I'd be a hit with the men wherever I ended up going for the evening.  Unfortunately, a sudden plumbing problem in my apartment threatened to totally derail my plans.  It was an issue that couldn't be ignored and I was on the phone calling every plumber in the phonebook to no avail.  It was already evening and all I was getting was recorded messages.  After several failures, I finally got a message that included a phone number for emergencies and so I called that.  It was a mobile phone number and the man who answered was named Chris.  I explained the problem to him while thanking him profusely and praising him for answering the phone and even considering helping me.  He agreed to make the after hours house call to help me, took my address, gave me an ETA and then hung up.  It was going to be a while before he would arrive so I used the time to primp and preen a bit more.  When I was as satisfied with how I looked as I could get, I decided to take a few photos of myself as I usually do with my camera's self timer and a tripod.  I hadn't quite set up the tripod yet when the doorbell rang.  I set the camera on the coffee table and went down the stairwell that makes up the entryway to my apartment and opened the door. 

"Chris?" I said.
"Yes.  You're Tiffany?" he asked.  I couldn't help but detect a hint of pleasant surprise in the way he said it.  He was white man and tall.  Well over six feet, I'd say judging how he stood at least three inches taller than me even with me wearing 4 1/2" heels.  He was around his mid 40's with a little gray in his thinning hair.
"Yes, come in.  Thank you SO much for coming.  You are totally saving my evening."

He stepped inside and I closed the door.  He was smiling pleasantly as he motioned for me to lead the way.  I started up the stairs and it dawned on me that with him walking behind me he could almost certainly see up my skirt.  I automatically reached for the hem and tugged downward in a completely ineffective attempt to cover my ass.  I could feel his eyes taking in the view from behind and I felt myself blushing because part of me liked feeling exposed to this stranger.  At the top of the stairs I tried to compose myself as I led him through the living room to the kitchen.  He lagged noticeably behind me as we walked and I knew he must be checking me out.  I felt extremely self conscious as I concentrated on maintaining a lady like manner, walking as poised as I could in my stiletto heels.  I was grateful when we reached the kitchen because I could turn and face him again. 

"Here it is." I said.
"Can you describe the problem again?" he asked.

I started explaining once again, but it wasn't long before I realized that he wasn't really listening to what I was saying.  He was checking me out.  Ogling me, really.  His eyes roamed up and down my body, lingering on my legs and breasts.  He didn't even attempt to hide it.  I think he realized that I needed him too much to throw him out over a little ogling.  I felt naked and exposed standing in front of this stranger.  It's not that it's something that I'm not used to.  I get ogled all of the time when I dress up and go out and often times I like it.  This felt different I suppose because this was in my home.  I'd already finished describing the problem, but he was still giving me the once over.  When he realized I'd stopped talking, he casually excused himself to his task and got to work.  I told him I'd be in the next room if he needed me.

Instead of waiting for him in the living room, though, I went instead to my bedroom.  I felt the need to compose myself and try to relax and I tried to distract myself by wasting some time on the Internet.  About 30 minutes later I heard him calling to me from the living room.  I stepped out of my bedroom to find him hovering over the coffee table in the center of the room.  That's when it hit me.  The case for the porno DVD that I'd been watching earlier was still on the coffee table.  He was smiling slightly when he turned to meet me and I knew that he'd already noticed it and I could feel myself blushing again.

"I'm done!" he stated.  "It's fixed."
"Wow!  That was fast.  Awesome!" I said, trying hard to mask my embarrassment.  I casually stepped over to the table and, pretending like I was tidying up some magazines, I set one down on top of the DVD box to hide it.  "Thank you so much." I said.  "How much do I owe you?"
"Two hundred dollars will cover it."
"Okay, give me a minute.  I'll be right back."  I said and then briskly walked back into my bedroom to get my purse.  I returned as quickly as I could and as I pulled out my wallet I asked "You'll take a credit card, right?"
"Oh, no.  Sorry.  Cash only."  he said.
"I only have forty dollars." I said holding the two twenties up as proof. "Can I write a check for the rest?"
His eyes narrowed slightly and I could tell he was peeved. 
"Cash..." he said with emphasis "...only!"

I stood for several moments, holding the $40 in one hand and my purse in the other, staring dumb-founded at him, my mind grasping for answers.  He finally spoke.

"Do we have a problem here?" he asked condescendingly.
"No." I said timidly.  "I want to pay you.  I just don't have cash."
"Well, then it seems that you do have a problem." he said.  He paused for a few moments and his eyes wandered down to my legs and slowly back up again, ogling and undressing me.  "I think you need to ask yourself what you're willing to do to solve your problem."
"What I'm willing to do?"  I asked nervously as I could already see where this was going.
"I'm going to do you a huge favor." he said.  "I'd be willing to work out a trade with you.  That is, if you think you have something worthwhile to trade."

I knew exactly what he meant, but I wasn't willing to acknowledge it.  I was so nervous, my mouth was dry and I could already feel my knees getting weak.

"I don't know what I could trade." My voice was almost a whisper and I spoke haltingly.
"Would a picture help?" he asked as he reached down, nudged aside the magazine, picked up the DVD case and pointed to a video still on the back depicting the porn starlet sucking a big, stiff cock.  "I was thinking something like this would be on the right track."

I stared at the image, too nervous and scared to make eye contact with him.  I tried hard to wrap my mind around what was happening.  Was this virtual stranger about to force me suck his cock to settle a debt?  More importantly, was I getting turned on by the thought of it?  The honest answer to both questions was a resounding 'yes'.  I was still staring at the image of the porn starlet, crouched in front of some faceless man, her lipstick painted lips wrapped around his cock and I could imagine that being me in her place.  I unconsciously licked my lips and I guess that's all the 'yes, I'll suck your cock' that he needed because the next words out of his mouth were "Good girl." and then he took my hand and guided it to his zipper which I was surprised to find was already unzipped.  I instinctively reached inside his pants and started fondling his semi erect cock.  He placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me onto the sofa so that I was sitting in front of him as he stood.  In a flash he'd pulled his cock completely out so that it was now only inches in front of my face.

"Kiss it." he said, and I obeyed.  "Lick it." he ordered, and I proceeded to give his semi hard cock a thorough tongue bath.  It must have been obvious to him that I was enjoying it because I could hear him say "Oh, you like that don't you?  I knew it.  I know a cock sucking bitch when I see one.  Lick my balls, slut." he ordered and, again, I obeyed.  After a few minutes of me licking his cock and balls, he was fully erect.  He slapped my face a few times with his long, stiff cock and then said "Time to pay up, bitch.  Open!"  I opened my mouth and he placed one hand firmly on the back of my head as he rudely shoved his cock in.  "Suck it, bitch!" he ordered.  I took his smooth swollen tip between my lips and hungrily slurped his shaft into my mouth, loving every inch of it.  I couldn't stop thinking that I was doing this to pay a debt and that he was a nearly total stranger and it just made me hornier and hornier the more I thought about it.  In no time I'd fallen into a good rhythm, bobbing my head up and down, taking his cock to the back of my throat each time.  He made lots of appreciative moaning sounds and then he started talking dirty.  He called me a cocksucker, a slut, a Latina bitch, and a whore, verbally humiliating me as he took his pleasure.  I absolutely love that kind of dirty talk and it was as if he knew exactly which buttons to push to make me into his submissive sex toy.  I was sucking and slurping on his beautiful cock when there was a sudden bright flash.  'Oh my god!' I thought 'he just took a photo of me giving him a blow job.'  I'd completely forgotten that my digital camera was on the coffee table, but apparently it hadn't escaped his notice.

I sucked his cock deep into my mouth.

Then he held my head and fucked my throat.

I had fantasized often about being photographed giving head, but had never had the nerve to allow it.  Now he'd taken the decision out of my hands and he was snapping away.  Image after image was being recorded of me on my knees sexually submitting to this stranger.  I'd done some slutty, kinky things before, but this was the sluttiest and I was enjoying it immensely.

"Lick it..."

"...suck it..."

"...and look up at me, bitch!"

I really liked it when he took ownership of me, telling me "You're my cock sucking bitch.  You understand me?  Your slutty mouth belongs to me, you whore."  He even grabbed my by the hair and pulled me off of his cock at one point and made me tell him "I'm your cock sucking slut." then he shoved his cock back into my mouth and said "Suck it, bitch!"  And all of that just made me want his cum even more.  When he was tired of standing, he guided me up off of the sofa and he took my place sitting down.  He put me on my knees between his legs and pushed my head back down onto his cock where I happily resumed orally servicing him and he continued to take photos.

"Look at me and tell me what you are, bitch!" he ordered.

"I'm your cock sucking slut." I said.  "Good girl!  Now get
back on my dick and suck it, you whore."

By this point I was really wanting him to cum.  I was just so horny and hungry for it.  I stopped sucking his cock to tell him so.  "I want your cum.  I want to taste it and feel it all over my face.  Are you going to cum for me?"  He pushed my head back down onto his cock and said "Keep sucking, whore.  I have a big load for you, but you're gonna have to work for it."

I took that as a challenge and started sucking him deep again and again, taking him into my throat every time.  I was moaning with pleasure to let him know how much I was enjoying myself and using my hands to pump his cock to the rhythm of my bobbing head.

"Look at me when you suck my cock!"

"Yeah, that's my good little cocksucker."

"That's a good girl.  Keep that up and I'll be painting your face in no time." he said.  "I know you'd like that and you're gonna swallow it like a good cum slut."

"Of course!" I said matter of factly, and then deepthroated his cock again.

I started to get really excited because I could hear his breathing change.  I could tell that he was getting close to orgasm.  I fell into a steady rhythm with one hand and my mouth gliding over his swollen shaft while my other hand caressed his balls.

"Like that!  Like that!" he gasped.  "I'm almost there!  Don't stop, you dirty fucking whore!"

He suddenly stood up, took his cock in his hand and began stroking it right in my face.  I lapped at his cock head with my tongue in anticipation and then he grunted loudly.  It was a beautiful sight as a huge, thick stream of cum erupted from his swollen cock head and shot upwards, landing hotly across my face.  He pumped his cock furiously and spurt after spurt of his huge load squirted onto my face and into my open mouth.

Covered with his thick load.

"Mmm... a cocksucker always looks prettiest with cum
all over her face."

I was ecstatic that he had such a large load of cum for me.  I sucked his still erupting cock into my mouth and swallowed his cum as fast as he could pump it out.  He was panting heavily as I slurped and lapped up as much of his cum as I could get.  When his cock was no longer dripping I began to lick his cum from my lips.  "Hold still." he said.  He then held my head and using the tip of his cock, he scooped his thick cum off of my face and spooned it into my mouth.  "Lick it all off like a good little cum whore." he said.  I did as I was told and savored every drop.

I hungrily sucked out every drop of his cum.

I licked and sucked his cock clean.

And licked my lips, savoring every drop.

He snapped a few more photos and after I'd licked his cock clean, he set the camera down and started to get dressed again.  I simply lounged on the sofa with his cum drying on my face and still enjoying the taste of his cum in my mouth.

"You look like a cheap, used up whore." he said.  "Get back on your knees." he ordered.  I got on my knees as I was told and he then made me crawl over to him on all fours and give his cock a kiss before he zipped up his pants.  "Walk me to the door, bitch!" he said, and again I did as I was told.  As we walked, he spoke.  "I'm going to consider this a down payment on what you owe me.  I'll be back a few more times to collect so you better be ready to suck, bitch."  This had me both worried and excited at what this might lead to.  A one time thing was fun, but was he going to make me into his full time slut?  When we reached the door he ordered me to turn around.  I did as I was told, of course and he then wrapped one arm around my waist, and began to freely feel me up beneath my skirt.  He massaging my ass and rubbing his fingers between my cheeks, stroking my hole right through my pantyhose.  He leaned in close and whispered in my ear "I'm gonna fuck this sweet ass next time.  You hear me, slut?  I'm gonna really make you my bitch, so you better have that asshole ready for me.  You understand?"  "Yes, sir." was all I could say.  He released me and as I turned to face him he asked "Are you my cocksucker?"  "Yes." I replied.  "That's right.  And you'll do what I was say until you've payed off your debt, won't you?"  "Yes." I replied.  "Good girl!  Go clean yourself up.  You look like a filthy whore." he said, and then disappeared out the door.

January 2, 2008 - Cabbie Gives Me Facial

I dressed up on Tuesday January 2 and went to Trannyshack.  I got there pretty late and so I didn't stay long.  It was too bad because I was feeling really horny and would have liked to have had more time to try to meet someone to have some fun with.  So, I drove home.  I didn't go directly home, though.  I stopped to fill up at the gas station where Mission St. and San Jose Ave. almost meet.  I was wearing a black, skin tight micro minidress that barely covered my ass and black, 4 1/2" stiletto heeled, knee high boots, so I wasn't pumping gas long before I had the attention of the gas station attendant.  I was just finishing up at the gas pump when he left his post to come outside and get a better look at me.  I pretended not to notice him as I climbed into my car and drove off, excited from the mild tease and the attention that I garnered.  When I got home, I was super horny.  Chatting online with admirers only heightened my arousal, but no one was available to hook up.  Frustrated, I put on a light cover up jacket and went outside for a late night walk.  I like to do that when I'm dressed up and not quite ready to take it all off and go to sleep.  It was about 4:00 AM by then and the only traffic was the occasional taxi, one of which I noticed had driven by multiple times so the driver could check me out.  While I was busy noticing this, some creepy guy, also out for a late night walk, accosted me.  He tried for a while to talk me into going home with him before I finally got rid of him.  I thought I should just get home and off of the street before the creepy guy could come back and so I began to walk back home.  I'd only taken a few steps when the cab drove up, stopped and the driver asked if I needed a ride.  I politely declined, but he persisted, calling me over.  Curious, I walked into the street to talk to him.  He invited me into his cab and I thought about it briefly and then thought 'Why not?' and climbed into the back seat.  He began to drive and asked me where I was going.  I told him that I was walking home and that I was almost there.  I allowed him to just drive randomly around the neighborhood, though, to see what he might have in mind.  I guess it was the way I was dressed (like a slut) that emboldened him to ask "Do you want to suck my cock?"  I politely declined, but he persisted, pulling over to the curb and stopping.  He unzipped and pulled his cock out and offered it to me to stroke.  It was a nice looking cock, but I declined again.  My heart really wasn't into my refusal, though, and within seconds I was stroking his stiff boner and imagining what it might taste like.  He seemed pleased and asked me if I had a condom.  My heart sank, as this indicated that he wasn't going to allow me to suck him bareback.  I told him that I didn't have one and so he asked me to keep stroking.  I gladly did, but I would rather have had him in my mouth.  I was working his cock with both hands, giving him as much pleasure as I could.  As I stroked him he said "I want to cum on your face."  Without hesitating, I replied "Okay.  Tell me when you're ready to cum."  I started talking dirty to him.  "Cum for me.  I want to feel your cum on my face.  I want to taste it."  After a few minutes he suddenly ordered me to stop stroking, he turned further in his seat to face me and I knew it was time for me to lean forward and accept my reward.  I was crazy with excitement as I watched him stroke his cock right in my face.  I was actually licking my lips when he finally erupted.  I was so happy, excited and crazy with horniness when I felt his hot cum squirting on my face.  I was especially pleased to have caught some of his cum in my mouth.  It tasted wonderful.  I wanted nothing more right then than to wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck him dry, but I knew I wasn’t going to be allowed to.  He grabbed some tissues and began to clean himself up and offered a few tissues to me to clean off my cum splashed face.  I declined, of course, because I loved the feeling of his cum on my face.  He zipped up and I directed him to my street where he dropped me off and drove away.

I took this photo moments after he unloaded on my face. 
I look happy, don't I?

In this closeup you can see his cum all over my face.  Some
of it was on my lips and I was able to lick it up.  Mmm...