I can't help it. Although she gives her body to me for all the sex I can handle, I still jerk off. When she asks why, I tell her it's because I can't help it, I'm an addict. And then when she asks me what I think about, I bow my head and mumble "I think of you fucking someone else."
I tell her everything. I tell her Sometimes it's about me watching; sometimes I help. Sometimes she makes me take his dick and shove him inside her. Other times I get him hard again with my mouth after he fucked and came in her. And then sometimes I beg to eat her cum filled pussy. Each time I am submissively hers. Her pleasure is my only goal, even if it is at the behest of another man...or woman.
A lot of these fantasies have me dressed in women's lingerie. I look like a slut in them, hell, I feel like a slut in them. I love the sensation of the thigh highs being held aloft by a garter belt. The strap stretching down the back of my leg as I pretend being told to bend over. My ass cheeks pulled apart by my own hands as I feel a huge cock enter into me. This "cock" as I call it, is mere plastic. I use the attached suction cup of my favorite toy and place my "friend" against the shower wall and fuck myself like a whore. A few times I filmed it just so I can watch and masturbate to it. I'm amazed as I see my eyes roll back into my head, and my mouth parts eagerly wanting to be filled.
As I tell this woman that I love I am a depraved degraded whore, she spreads her legs and masturbates as I regal her with my fantasies and stories. I am not allowed to touch her, only watch. At times she closes her eyes, while others times she watches as I ride my black "boyfriend". She tells me to be loud while I do this just so the neighbors can hear.
I lose myself. I get bad, real bad. I use another toy to fill my mouth. My dick flaps back and forth, not hard, and yet not soft. I am no longer a man, I'm just a sissy whore. The flashes of a camera don't bother me, as picture after picture with a dick in my ass and mouth are threatened to go out over the internet, and I'm not afraid...I'm excited. Once she told me she would send them to my mother.
At times I was blindfolded and written on in lipstick. After she photographed me she would pause in teasing me. I imagined her break was sitting in front of the computer. I could almost hear the typing of a keyboard. I strained to listen and fantasized she put me on Craig's list asking for a man to come over. I don't know why I have these cravings, these degrading thoughts, but I can't deny what they do to me.
"Tell me again what you want?"
What do I tell her? The list is so long? Do I tell her I want to watch her fuck another man? Or do I say how I want her to be with two? Each of them using their dick to pound away inside her. And when they cum, I want to either lick it off her body, or strangely enough, from inside her.
She masturbated relentlessly as she waited for my answer. I hear her breathing, its rhythmic pulse rising and failing with her fingers pressed against her clit. I look at her, her eyes rolled back, her fingers furiously working, she moans her question again. I could only wish I saw what she was visualizing.
"Tell me again what you want."
Do I tell her I want a cock in my ass. To drool over a dick after it cums in her and then suck on it. Should I tell her about going to a gay bar and finding a glory hole, only to sit and wait until a cock slides through to stick in my mouth. And once finished, I put my lips on another one. I salivate thinking about it and I'm hard confessing it.
