Such a sissy faggot whore, sucking down my faggot sticks and being such a dumb cunt that I can’t help but stare at that looong 120 shaft and imagine it’s a nice hard one coming straight for my jaw! Imagine such a flaming faggot that I walk down the street in a bimbo slut haze as I desperately stare cross eyed at the phallic object hanging from my homo-DSL. Any of the big, strong, smart MEN can see how totally bitched-out I am from the little public show I make of blowing--errr suck--I mean smoking, my extra-longs! God I get soooo bimbo-bubbly sometimes and mix up my words when I breath too much smoke! Why is it soooo fun and EASY to get ditzy? It’s like, a repeating cycle, I get allllll light headed fuzzy from smoking so much, and then i forget to breathe without taking a drag first and I get even MORE fuzzy! Sometimes I smile as I imagine a big ghetto thug choking me out and calling me all sorts of names, making fun of how is it easy to make me go all filly for dick! I want him to fall in love with the look of defeat in my eyes, when he can see how twisted up my soul has gotten, that all I want is to be turned out, a hole that gives in, a tramp that just her eyelids droop when her windpipe is squeezed shut, not an ounce of fight in her. Broken. In.

Today I am seriously selling it. A bright blonde wig pulled into pig tails with two bright pink pompoms and a white heart accenting each tail. Super glam blush and photoshop brightener and bronzer. Layered bright pink lipstick and lip gloss. A Sissy Slut for BBC 69 cheerleader outfit; a white baby t with pink lettering and sleeves and a pleated pink and white micro skirt that clearly exposed my (plugged) ass when walking. My legs encased in pink fishnets, which look even better with my white patent leather thigh high 4 inch heels. Exposed glued on DDs, and the finishing touch a pair pink pompoms! Oh, and my cute little pink wristlet, just big enough for my faggot sticks, compact, make-up, and cell phone; all a gurl needs!

I’m just going for a weekend walk in the ghetto, and just my luck at the basketball court had two teams of 5 (10 total) big muscular black men, with their shirts off in tight gym shorts playing a game. Soooo gorgeous with their sweaty rippling muscles. I decided to be a one gurl cheer squad for the game! I could tell the boys were loving it, some of them were openly checking me out, the others snickered like they thought I wasn’t in on it (I get it honey, I’m a pathetic fuck faggot, I don’t care if you laugh, as long as you teach me a lesson by filling my bottom!).

I can’t help but stair at those gorgeous sweaty bulges. The biggest (6’5’’ and 250 in muscle babyyyy) black alpha walked over to me during a lull in the game. His swagger was intoxicating, as he just smirked at me the whole walk over. “Hey baby,” he said while obviously moving his hand to his crotch,”I got something I think you been wantin’.” My Bull squeezed down on his crotch, bulging his huge cock and balls into his gym shorts, my eyes must’ve been wide as saucers, I felt my butthole flex and relax as I took a nice long cheek hollowing drag on my ciggie.

“Hey Daddy, have I a earned a little treat cheering you boys on?” I playfully asked as he peeled down his shorts, revealing a pair of tight white underwear, soaked through with the pungent sweat of his massive balls. Dropping to my knees, I took a deep whiff of his gorgeously wrapped package, but he gave me a playful smack and wagged his finger, he had other plans...

“Got a real treat for you sweatheart.” He said as he pulled down the sweaty underwear.

He then rolled the tighty whities into a phallic column and held it under my nose, “Get another sniff in if you want honey. That’s right, now go ahead stick your tongue out and take a little lick of yo’ pop-sickle.”

I felt so humiliated and honored at the same time, as I stuck out my tongue and reached out for my gift with my mouth and soul. The taste and smell was so fucking nasty, I groaned as I ran my tongue along the fabric and felt the sweat coating my slutty tongue. My new Daddy snickered as a started pumping the phallic fabric on my tongue. My god the glorious taste and smell of a real man’s sack, so sweet and sooooo sour. And I was right where I should be, on my knees worshipping this alpha by ingesting as much of the nasty grime that collected in his crotch. Daddy started rubbing the tip of tighty-whitey under my nose, his sweat glistening in my cupid’s bow, before moving the underwear into my open willing mouth.

It started with mouthing and then throat fucking the stinky sweaty underwear, but that delicious smell and taste of balls overwhelmed and hypnotized me. It was a craving deep from within, I NEEDED so much more. He suddenly pulled the stanky underwear from my mouth and started rubbing it on my face. His manhood only inches from my now empty mouth, I couldn't help myself and let out a decadent moan as I slurped his sweaty meat. By this time both teams were gathered around Daddy and me. They started to strip down while watching me bob up and down with abandon on his cream filled sausage. All 10 guys revealed their hot cocks and started ringing out with cock and ball sweat into a single cup.

When they all contributed to my male ambrosia, there were two maybe three big gulps of pure liquid MAN for me to invibe and indulge in. Imagine a smell that is so strong it almost knocks you out and gets you high, and I CRAVED more to the worthless hollowed out center of my slutty soul. Somehow control myself and delicately wet the tips of my pointer and middle finger, and bring the pure male ambrosia to my nostrils, the uncut scent of male burning like cinnamon and melting my brain, so turned out and humiliated at the same time. A total flamer that can’t help but get off on being debased by real black men, my only comfort and solace coming from hard throbbing members. I sit there, on my knees with sweaty cocks all pointing towards my face and a cup of ball sweat wafting just under my nose. All of my senses overwhelmed by throbbing manhood.

“Time to drink up baby” I looked up and did what was expected of me. I brought the glass to my lips and slowly started to tip it back, really making a show of it while I got high on the musk of 10 men’s ball sacks. As the sweat coated my tongue and filled my mouth the boys kept calling out taunts and jeering me for being such a faggot bitch. I took the whole cup of stank into my mouth and held it, keeping eye contact with my new Daddy and waiting for his nod.

Lets see that tongue wagging around! Gotta show us how good it tastes cunt!” I fished my tongue around and batted my eyes, looking from one man to the next, trying to make eye contact with each one so they could fully enjoy how broken I was for them. A man needs to know he is important enough for his bitch to lovingly gargle his ball sweat.

Finally, I swallowed down my raunchy ball sweat smoothie and blew a kiss to my boys!