Yesterday, and out of the blue, I started to wander around; bag in hand and with a weather that made it hot in the shade.
It must have been something similar to what happened to Forrest Gump, although I never had any back issues in my childhood. Of course, lately I walk a little bent over mostly because of the sheer quantity of cocks I’ve eaten thru my life.
I had to make several stops in order to satisfy my excruciating need to pee, face looking to the road, so I’d get people horny.
“I’m a slut and an exhibitionist” I yelled to the drivers.
Suddenly I stopped walking, with one clearing thought in my head: I had found the meaning of my life. I had to make each and every one of my sexual fantasies come true, and better yet, maximize ‘em all the way.
Maybe it was an alcohol thing, or product of the thousand cocks that have met my Goddess cunt, but I swear for all that’s dear to me that I felt that as an overwhelming and revealing message.
So, being that now I live however I want and have plenty of money, I decided to realize one of my fantasies while exploiting as much as I could.
I called a worker and ate his cock; later I called another and fucked him with no mercy. I called a third one and he gave me an anal. And so on until I had done all 30 workers there.
I feel so good.