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In front of the store downstairs, as I was heading from my truck to my apartment, a guy stopped me and asked me for some money to buy a drink. He was middle-aged; a little bit worse for wear, down on his luck, but not apparently crazy, not apparently intoxicated or high. He did not appear to have ready access to a bath or shower, and he had several days beard, but he was by no means repulsive or scary. Immediately, I kind of liked the look of him. I always have one thing on my mind, regardless of outward appearances. I want cock and cum wherever it comes from. Usually generous, if I can be, I did not have any change or small bills. As with any man, though, I was thinking about his cock. Maybe I could help him in a different way, and he could help me. I felt some kind of a destiny with him. There was a reason he had stopped me right in front of my place, at just that time. I am a complete whore for men. My behaviour changes when I am with men. My lips, tongue, and mouth engage, begging for cock. My mouth waters. It affects my speech. My voice gets higher. I want to be another man’s bitch. My ass aches for cock. My butthole actively relaxes, opening for another penetration of cock, another ejaculation of sperm, another breeding. My balls contract, and my dick begins to get hard. (Once I start sucking cock, and when I am being fucked, my dick is usually soft, but dripping cum from internal orgasms. When I have my face deep in a man’s butt crack, licking and tonguing his hole, lapping that gorgeous hole that I worship second only to cock, I do get hard.) Whatever I need to do for cock and cum, I will do…
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