Just rambling about being a slut...

Just rambling about being a slut...The latest video I posted is what it?s about (sometimes) being a slut. The one that?s all cumshots. This rambles a little?sorry.During gang bangs I did suck cock, it would get nice and sloppy; I not only swallowed a lot but I also ?wore? some. I also mentioned a ?tip cup/glass? in the one gang bang story. If a guy couldn?t wait he could make a ?deposit? in that. When I took a break, for a smoke or the toilet, I?d make sure to empty the tip cup once back in the room. The guys loved to watch me gulp it down. After an hour or two in a bookstore, on a decent night, I could have given up to twenty blow jobs. I did swallow a lot of the cum but ? like I write about ? I also ?wore? some of it?in my hair, on my face and, always, some making a nice gooey mess on my blouse.Then, when I took a break there or went for more tokens, that was the best advertising in the world. There was no doubt ? by any of the horny patrons who checked me out ? that, I?d been back in a booth sucking cock. I usually wore white or lighter colored and, thin, blouses. On a good night they would be cum-soaked from the neck down to about the level of my bra and, sticking to me. I?d wear a nice fancy/lacy bra and, the wet blouse would define it, make it stand out. If they bothered to look more they would see that the knees of my stockings were dirty and, sometimes, ruined. Sometimes, depending on how I was dressed or, how short the dress/skirt was, they could see some wet spots on the stockings from dripping or leaking cum. If I was wearing slacks [not often] there would probably be a wet spot in the crotch or back as well as some spots on the legs. It was all done for ?advertising?. It would almost guarantee that one or more ?browsers? would follow me back to the booth.It was all about having fun and, of course, servicing guys like a good slut.Morgantown, W.Va was one of my favorite places to have to go, for my job. I normally stayed at the Morgantown Motel ? it was a dive but?no one cared what happened unless things became too loud. I?d made some ?fucking? friends down there and hosted three nice gang bangs at that motel. After three months I could set things up so that I could get fucked all week.I could also arrange some 3-somes or more.My normal thing was to set up meeting some friends, go down on Friday and, spend the weekend getting well fucked. There were some Mondays that I would have to work to haul my ass out of bed and make my rounds. Two of the guys [one black and one white] were spankers; they loved to combine discipline and sex?hard sex. The black top was ten inches of thick hard meat; between his hand or his belt then, being fucked a few times, sitting on Mondays could be very uncomfortable. I didn?t mind him staying the night on a Saturday but a Sunday night was out of the question. His morning wood had made some Monday?s pure hell.He had a friend who joined us sometimes. Since both of them were married, bareback sex was always on the sexual menu. The friend was about nine inches but very thick. One of those cocks that felt like a baseball bat was being used to penetrate you. He liked to take it slow, edged for a very long time and left me gaping like hell! With him, I became very loud. Part of it was the pain ? the rest of it was pure pleasure and pride in, taking his black meat. At one time, both of them joined me in Clarksburg to be part of a bigger gang bang. I seem to remember that one being eight or nine guys. I know that I had trouble walking when it was over!There were two reasons for that; the thicker cock doing me a few times and, his buddy first slapping my ass during sex then, deciding that I needed a spanking during the gang bang. I wound up over his lap and part way on the bed?that was a good thing. The spanking was long and hard enough that I had to use the sheet to not only cover my mouth but, soak up tears and drool until it was over. When everyone left I was not only sore inside and out but my backside was VERY well bruised! The only way I could sit the next day was because I spent the time to lie in bed with ice cold towels on my ass. It was still pretty damned tender. Clarksburg also had a very nice adult bookstore. It was only about two miles from the Knights Inn where I usually stayed.What I found interesting was that it attracted what seemed to be a lot of older, nicer men. Because of this, I started to take some nicer clothes when I was working down there. I also took more care getting ready for a night out. Most of these guys were turned on by sexier lingerie?I added to my collection just for that. Even going so far as to pick up a few new girdles and, seamed stockings.A few of the ones, who became regulars, were married and had money to spend. That translated into a real ?date?; dinner at a nice restaurant then fucking. Just like when I was turning tricks in the islands; I took extra care getting ready ? to look as good as possible ? then acted like a lady all through dinner. Once we were back in the car I switched back to slut/whore mode for the rest of the evening. That?s what they wanted ? what their wife wasn?t giving them ? so that?s what I did. I looked at it as providing a necessary community service.