I'm a Slut
Over the years I have met a lot of men. Some were sweet and some were perverts and everywhere in-between. I of course gravitate to the perverts, with good reason, I wanted to do crazy shit. I am attacked to men who ask me to do things that are so fucked up and convinces me to go for it.
I knew shortly after my ex left me I was not going to get married again. I also knew I was mad as hell and I wanted revenge. I went about getting my revenge with sex. I started out picking up men at bars. Simple enough. I didn’t want to date, and I like the “new”. It didn’t take long to start picking up a new man every night. And it didn’t take long to have met enough men to be able to have sex more than one time a day. I wasn’t working and I was using vodka and pot to fuel my urges. Within a couple months I was becoming a sex addict and I was attracted to do dirtier and dirtier things. I would spend whole days driving from man to man sucking cock. Ten, fifteen, twenty a day. I began meeting men in alternative ways and that fueled my addition. I thought that I would stop after our house sold and our divorce was final, but I didn’t. I just kept things going.
For my fortieth birthday a guy built me the “Karen the Cum Queen’s Box”. That is what it was called and that was painted on it in big pink letters. It was a box that I would enter and be able to suck cock. There were four sides with holes and it was raised up so a man could lay underneath and stick his cock in through the floor. He built before he even knew if I’d get in it. But, really he knew.
My birthday was on a Friday and he asked me to take a sick day from work for my extravaganza. He borrowed my little black book and set things up. I went home and get ready after work on Thursday and went to his place. I got in the box around 7:00 pm, dicks began popping in right away. There wasn’t any light inside, but there were some one way mirrors so they could see in on me, but I couldn’t see out. It was painted pink so it wasn’t completely dark. There were condoms and lube inside the box. I just went at it. I could fuck one, suck the one opposite and stroke the two on the sides.
I took a few creampies, and many in my mouth, but most I jerked off, on my face, on my tits, on the floor. The floor became slippery as man after man shot his load for me. The insanity of cock after cock appearing through holes for me and not knowing whose cock was there was so good damn hot. I was in there until 10:30 that night and when I emerged everyone was gone, he wanted me to not know who were there until everything was done.
There were little holes cut in the box so they could say things to me. It was amazing to hear all the “slut and whore” being thrown around
He had told me that he wanted to get ten to twenty men for my birthday present, but that my little black book wasn’t so little and he had 20 men for the appetizer night. Over half of them went twice and a few went three times.
I went back for a noon start on my birthday and things got active right away. I was in the box for hour and hour and cock after cock after cock. After a few hours I became a little loopy and I was letting man after man cremepie me. It just keep going and going and going. At one point they gave me a piece of cum covered birthday cake and a glass of champagne with cum in it too. I ate and drink it all down and went back to work. More champagne with cum arrived every once in a while and was getting a little tipsy. Then glasses with just cum.
Finally at 9:00 it was over. I was exhausted and cum covered. I just put on my coat and drove home I showered and passed out in bed. I slept until 11:00 and went back again for more at noon.
I spent about ten hours in my hot, smelly box again on Saturday. I had often fantasied about bringing two men to pleasure before I had my first threesome. Then three, then four and so on. This was that on steroids! I spent most of this day high and buzzed and it helped. When I got out I found out that they wanted to add an additional day! I was tired, but agreed to a five hour performance.
My friend had kept a visitors book to document the insanity. He also had them document the number of times they came with an X and if they had come multiple days. Day one there were twenty men and thirty three cumshots. On day two there were thirty nine men, sixteen were repeats from day one. There were sixty two cumshots including the cake and champagne. On Saturday there were thirty four men, but only eleven new guys and fifty six cumshots. Sunday no new guys, but still twenty seven men and forty seven loads of cum. Fourty four different men came over me 199 times. It was insanity to do this, why would I? Addict
I’d like to say that was the end of the box, but it wasn’t. I loved every minute in the box, and I wanted more, so I went back the next Friday night……and Saturday……and Sunday for more of the same. . And the following weekend too. In fact, I went back for six straight weekends and my entire spring break. I had him limit the number to fifteen men but I mixed things up. One time high, one time drunk, one time all swallowing, one time all hand jobs, one time all creampies. I began calling and recruiting men and kept things fresh, until finally, it had to end.
It was an amazing time and over those six weeks I was in the box 24 different times.
I knew shortly after my ex left me I was not going to get married again. I also knew I was mad as hell and I wanted revenge. I went about getting my revenge with sex. I started out picking up men at bars. Simple enough. I didn’t want to date, and I like the “new”. It didn’t take long to start picking up a new man every night. And it didn’t take long to have met enough men to be able to have sex more than one time a day. I wasn’t working and I was using vodka and pot to fuel my urges. Within a couple months I was becoming a sex addict and I was attracted to do dirtier and dirtier things. I would spend whole days driving from man to man sucking cock. Ten, fifteen, twenty a day. I began meeting men in alternative ways and that fueled my addition. I thought that I would stop after our house sold and our divorce was final, but I didn’t. I just kept things going.
For my fortieth birthday a guy built me the “Karen the Cum Queen’s Box”. That is what it was called and that was painted on it in big pink letters. It was a box that I would enter and be able to suck cock. There were four sides with holes and it was raised up so a man could lay underneath and stick his cock in through the floor. He built before he even knew if I’d get in it. But, really he knew.
My birthday was on a Friday and he asked me to take a sick day from work for my extravaganza. He borrowed my little black book and set things up. I went home and get ready after work on Thursday and went to his place. I got in the box around 7:00 pm, dicks began popping in right away. There wasn’t any light inside, but there were some one way mirrors so they could see in on me, but I couldn’t see out. It was painted pink so it wasn’t completely dark. There were condoms and lube inside the box. I just went at it. I could fuck one, suck the one opposite and stroke the two on the sides.
I took a few creampies, and many in my mouth, but most I jerked off, on my face, on my tits, on the floor. The floor became slippery as man after man shot his load for me. The insanity of cock after cock appearing through holes for me and not knowing whose cock was there was so good damn hot. I was in there until 10:30 that night and when I emerged everyone was gone, he wanted me to not know who were there until everything was done.
There were little holes cut in the box so they could say things to me. It was amazing to hear all the “slut and whore” being thrown around
He had told me that he wanted to get ten to twenty men for my birthday present, but that my little black book wasn’t so little and he had 20 men for the appetizer night. Over half of them went twice and a few went three times.
I went back for a noon start on my birthday and things got active right away. I was in the box for hour and hour and cock after cock after cock. After a few hours I became a little loopy and I was letting man after man cremepie me. It just keep going and going and going. At one point they gave me a piece of cum covered birthday cake and a glass of champagne with cum in it too. I ate and drink it all down and went back to work. More champagne with cum arrived every once in a while and was getting a little tipsy. Then glasses with just cum.
Finally at 9:00 it was over. I was exhausted and cum covered. I just put on my coat and drove home I showered and passed out in bed. I slept until 11:00 and went back again for more at noon.
I spent about ten hours in my hot, smelly box again on Saturday. I had often fantasied about bringing two men to pleasure before I had my first threesome. Then three, then four and so on. This was that on steroids! I spent most of this day high and buzzed and it helped. When I got out I found out that they wanted to add an additional day! I was tired, but agreed to a five hour performance.
My friend had kept a visitors book to document the insanity. He also had them document the number of times they came with an X and if they had come multiple days. Day one there were twenty men and thirty three cumshots. On day two there were thirty nine men, sixteen were repeats from day one. There were sixty two cumshots including the cake and champagne. On Saturday there were thirty four men, but only eleven new guys and fifty six cumshots. Sunday no new guys, but still twenty seven men and forty seven loads of cum. Fourty four different men came over me 199 times. It was insanity to do this, why would I? Addict
I’d like to say that was the end of the box, but it wasn’t. I loved every minute in the box, and I wanted more, so I went back the next Friday night……and Saturday……and Sunday for more of the same. . And the following weekend too. In fact, I went back for six straight weekends and my entire spring break. I had him limit the number to fifteen men but I mixed things up. One time high, one time drunk, one time all swallowing, one time all hand jobs, one time all creampies. I began calling and recruiting men and kept things fresh, until finally, it had to end.
It was an amazing time and over those six weeks I was in the box 24 different times.
8 años atrás
