September 15
Dear Master,
Today I couldn't find a cock to fill up my poor cunt. I really tried! I'm so sorry...
I know we both need me to be fucked silly and used by a complete stranger. A stranger with a huge cock, so that I remember what it's like to feel stretched to the limit. Humping back at it at the same time that I try to get away because it hurts so
good...
Feeling the ache between my legs for days as my poor little pussy tries to recover.
But you won't let me. You'll send me to get fucked again, won't you? By someone else? Imagining you making me into your little one-night stand whore makes me so wet...
There is that nineteen-year-old boy, Arthur, who seems quite eager to use me like I need. He keeps calling me his little cockslut, his filthy worthless whore. I love it. I'm not even sure he knows what it means, and I love it.
I almost wish he didn't speak English and I didn't speak French. If there was a way we could just meet somehow. I would bend over for him, pull down my pants and beg him to fuck me. He wouldn't understand my words, but the dripping pussy spread open for him and the pleading in my voice would tell him what I was offering.
I masturbated on camera yesterday, rubbing my clit for him. I flipped over and shoved a plug in my ass to show him how easily he would slip in. I wanted him to imagine my dirty hole closing over the head of his cock. Pumping inside a woman like he's never done before.
My legs spread open so that my pussy was on full-view, I felt so hot and would have done almost anything for a cock, any cock, at that moment. I imagined him beating off to the video, showing all of his teenaged friends the American whore spreading herself open to their probing eyes.
I thought of the scenario you had suggested; sucking them all off, being covered in jizz. Being used quickly and frantically, like a prostitute rented for the hour. I know they would all blow their loads fast and it would make me feel powerful and smug to have sucked all of that cum out of their young, quivering cocks.
I even rented a hotel room, but he couldn't make it...
September 16
Dear Master,
Today I went to Gabriele's in the morning. In the afternoon I had an appointment at a latex designer here in Paris. The outfits were very beautiful and I can't wait to order something so that I can wear it for you. Some of the selections are see-through and I know how much you love that. I imagine wearing them somewhere and you finding a dark corner to just fuck my brains out. I won't even care if anyone sees me taking it on my hands and knees at your whim. The desires of your cock are mine to fulfill. Anywhere. Anytime.
In the evening I went out with Gabriele and some of his friends. Afterwards we went back to his place and I set up the camera in his room. I'm sorry the quality wasn't very good and I didn't do exactly what you wanted me to. I was tired and drunk.
I did take it in every one of my holes though, like a good slut. If you watch the video you'll see how I moaned and screeched as he pounded my ass. I was thinking about how much you would love to see that, how you would watch him pumping in and out of me as you rammed your cock into my mouth over and over. After my ass started to ache, I told him that I needed him in my mouth, since he'd fucked my other holes. Can you believe I said that? Shy little me! Like a flower blooming I'm coming into my sluttiness. I think it's beautiful, in a dirty sort of way.
You can actually see me suck him off until his hot cum filled my filthy mouth. I was happy when he picked up the camera and turned on the light. I knew you would jerk your dick off to seeing me coax the load out of his balls. Again, I only wish you'd been there behind me, shoving my head onto his cock as you made me scream with pleasure and quake on your own, deep in my twat.
The dirty talk rolled off of my tongue like never before. I feel like I've reached a new level of sexual need and wantonness. You helped me get here. I hope you like it. Hope you like how you have made me crave cocks and pussies constantly. What I wouldn't do to get one...
September 17
Dear Master,
I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was get G hard and ride him until he came, groaning, in my tight pussy, just as you demanded. It filled me with pleasure to have his cock pumping inside me, but it made me glow to know I was doing it for
you
.
I rented the hotel for Arthur and myself. I planned everything out. I bought thigh-high stockings and a blindfold as he had requested. I planned on wearing nothing but that and positioning myself ass up for his use. The first thing to touch me was to be his cock slamming into my vulnerable and exposed cunt. You cautioned me that it might be unwise, and I scoffed - what would he do, fuck me?
Even if he slammed me hard enough to hurt, I'd beg for more.
Then I begged you to be able to fuck Gabriele again. How hot would it be, I asked, to put on the same outfit and leave to have my pussy used again and again, without even showering. Two cocks in one night and Gabriele wouldn't even know. What a fucking whore!
Then right before I executed my plan Arthur cancelled again. I was so bummed! What does it take to fill my cunt around here??? Do I need to walk around with a sign: "Horny American Girl - FREE FUCK!"?
Disappointed, I spent the evening with Gabriele.
When he came home I was naked. He started to strip and I quickly ripped off his underwear before swallowing his cock up in my soft, wet mouth. He groaned and told me he could have me do that for hours. Know what I made him do? Watch the video we had made at full volume while I sucked softly and languorously on his cock. He tried occasionally to thrust further or push my head down until all of him was enveloped in the cocoon of my mouth. I would shake my head and lick the shaft with only my tongue until he stopped trying to force his will on me. He was just to be a tool for my desire. For our dirty fantasies. He exploded in my mouth within a minute of the grand finale on the video. I knew you would enjoy me telling you that.
I left for the hotel at around midnight and talked with you until 2am. You demanded that I sign up for that hook-up website and start looking for some cocks to fill my hungry pussy. I hadn't had one since morning!
With your orders ringing in my ears, I hunted for cock until it was quite late, sending messages that said only, "Your cock is beautiful, want to chat?"
September 18
Dear Master,
I showed up at Gabriele's apartment at 11am. He was reclining in only boxers and I immediately felt myself grow wet. After the disappointment of Arthur cancelling again and salivating over all of those rigid members on the internet, I was aching when I woke up.
I ripped off his boxers after stripping myself nude. I made him hard with my hand and mouth and then mounted him, working myself off furiously against his pelvis. I was a bit mad with the need to cum. After I came, I flipped over and pulled him on top of me, shoving my hips against his so that his dick plunged into my cunt without him even moving to do so. I humped back on him until he came, fingering my clit while he did.
I can't get all of these dirty thoughts out of my head! The fantasy that came unbidden was again of some sort of timed "fuck Emma" race. I could hear the other people waiting to fuck me urging him on, telling him he was taking too much time and, there was a line, after all. Then I imagined overhearing two of them agreeing to double-team me so as to get more time in whatever hole each chose. And I came again, quivering on my fingers, as G, too, groaned that he had reached his peak.
It was almost as if I had been out of my body and came back as my orgasm faded. I knew that I was there, with him, but what I was thinking about was being somewhere else. With several somebody elses. A line of cocks ready just for me.
He rolled off of me and I breathed heavily, dozing.
The next thing I knew, his cock was pressing at my pussy from behind again. I bumped back against it. I want cum so badly. Dripping out of my pussy so that I can smell it every time I pull down my underwear. A constant reminder sticking to my panties that I am merely a vessel. A little cumslut ready to spread her legs if I see a man get hard. I felt a rush of liquid heat as I thought about my cunt filled up with cum by a number of men.
I grudgingly reached for a condom and quickly slipped it over G's rod, laying back with my legs spread so he could mount me. Why do I feel so empty when there isn't cock filling me up?
I used his shoulders to fuck myself up and down as hard and fast as I could as he thrust up into me. It felt so good, but... I wanted that feeling I get when you fuck me hard. That sharp spasm when you hit my cervix. That explosion of pleasure when you shoot your load deep inside me.