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Yesterday, Thurs, May 12, I was horny. One of the things that’s kept me horny recently is Master Jerry’s comment on my blog. He said he wanted to watch me take big black cock. We swapped a few emails. He told me about videos he’s made that appear on XTube.com. This is one example. I spent an hour watching that nasty thing. They are very well done.

Videos of “Ryan Cummings,” gangbang slut.

The cumslut in these videos is “Ryan Cummings,” & just takes bareback dick from everyone. It’s impressive. You will see he wears a jock strap. I thought that looked very hot on him. Above is a jock strap pic, it’s not him or me. I decided to order a pack of three, in black. I jumped on Amazon & placed an order. A couple days later, they showed up. This will be interesting, I thought…

A few days ago I emailed Master Jerry & asked what he would like to do w/ me. Just watch me get fucked by 1 guy in my van, or something far wilder? His videos & the fact that he contacted me were making me crazy with need of dick! I noticed that Ryan C. in the videos whimpers like a bitch at times. Just as I do! It was a big turn-on to listen to.

Master Jerry, it’s all your fault that I’m so horny. Around 5:30pm I began texting some of my regulars. Van Nuys Guy didn’t reply. Neither did my other fuck bud deep in the Valley. I asked South Compton Guy if he wanted a blowjob. No reply. I texted Maple Man downtown, no answer. I was resigning myself to just watching TV. A little after 9pm, Maple Man did answer!

“Ha! Yeah. If we do, we better be quick before security comes,” he said by text. I told him to forget about the parking lot (see prior story about Maple Man). I suggested we do it in his loft. “I like the excitement of the van! (That’s part of the whole thing),” he said. “You can just pick me up in the parking lot.”

Fair enough. I got ready – that included putting on the 1st jock strap I’ve worn since high school (a very long time ago). I texted Sloppy 2nds White Boy to see if he wanted to go next, but got no answer. I grabbed my tote bag, locked the place up & headed to the van. Mere minutes later, I was on the road, I-5 south to the 110 south, into downtown. Several minutes later, I pulled into the lot. It was crowded & 2 guys were hanging out. Security? I wasn’t sure. I texted my fuck bud & waited. I also prelubed my ass..

By text, he told me to exit the lot & pick him up on the street. He got in & I told him to find a commercial or industrial area without homeless people or folks walking by, preferably on a busy street. He pointed ahead..east. & off we went! Probably 10 blocks later we were away from the homeless tents & downtown loft residents. I pulled over in a dark spot, someplace where I hoped a van would not seem out of place. I parked right behind a car.

He handed me the sun shields & I put them on the windows. Then I stripped down to my jock strap. I don’t think he could see it in the deep dark interior. I got between his legs, curled a finger around his BBC & put it in my mouth! I worked it, sucked, slurped, lightly scraped my teeth along his shaft, munched on his balls then took a popper hit, then sucked some more!

Tonite, for some reason, he was super aroused. His very thick cock got even thicker! I was impressed & said so. I invited him to fuck me. He sat up & got behind as I got on my hands & knees. He found the jock strap. He put the head of his almost-Coke-bottle-wide dick at my hole then shoved it in! I moan loudly every time he does that!

He looped his hands under the jock strap across my back, like he was holding on to the reins of a horse. Giddyup! He began fucking me! This time, my dick & balls were encased in fabric, which usually isn’t the case when I’m wearing panties or boy undies. I don’t know if he found that jock sexy, but I did! He slapped my ass cheek once then rubbed the back of my thighs then put both hands back on the strap. I needed another popper hit. Then he bent over me. His forearms rested on my back as he plunged his large cock into my ass, bareback!

He began moaning as he screwed my slippery ass. I urged him on, telling him to shoot his load in me. Finally with a loud gasp he came. He kept on thrusting for another half minute, then stopped, then pulled out. His wet dick slapped against my right thigh. He found the moist wipes & cleaned up. I had put my boxer briefs in the tote. I pulled ’em out and put ’em on over the jock. Cum would be oozing out, I wanted it to reach my undies, not my shorts. We put away the sun shades & talked politics for a bit. We had another good laugh about the latest stupidity from Donald Trump.

Then we got onto the possible dismantling of Roe v. Wade, the abortion decision, by Republicans. That led to women’s bodies & the effort of men to control them. It was about then that I offered that masturbation ought to be made illegal, because it results in the death of all those little sperms. He laughed. & why not? What’s good for the goose is also good for the gander. What sort of woman would vote for any Republican? They must be idiots….

I checked my phone. No texts, so Sloppy 2nds White Boy wouldn’t be taking his turn tonight. No message of any kind from the guy with the boastful email handle, which also means no dick pic he promised. Some guys just can’t do it. He may be 1 of them. You remember the old Nike slogan, “Just Do It”? Well, just fucking do it, quit wasting everybody’s time.

I started driving toward the freeway & stopped at a signal. Off to my left I saw a pair of cop-like motorcycles w/ lights flashing. They rolled by, then I saw a truck. It was pulling a flatbed trailer. On the trailer was a shell of a blue car w/ 2 actors sitting in the front seat. Lights from the truck, really bright lights, illuminated the car shell. Near the left-front corner of the car was a man shooting the scene with a big digital camera. It was aimed, more or less, in my direction as it passed by. Wowie! My van might be in a movie! Then came a grip truck (movie gear, electrical stuff), followed by 2 more motorcycles with flashing lights. It’s just part of life in Los Angeles.

After I got home, I found a text from a hung black man in the Hollywood area. Great dick pic! We swapped a few emails. He wanted me to drive to him in the van & then fuck me. By that time it was almost midnight. I had an early morning appointment. I declined the offer for tonight, got cleaned up & went to bed.

This morning, I awoke to an email from Master John, about his plans for me. “offer you out to homeless guys downtown… send pics/stats/number.” Oh yeah, now there’s a great way to stay disease free. Apparently he has no screening process. I luv being a slut but the fact is I quit being a crazy slut back around 1990. It’s very fucking dangerous.

I’ll email Master John about this but (given some experience with doms) I really wouldn’t expect a reply. When you question a dom, often they’ll just cut you of. Many of them can dish it out but cannot handle being questioned or criticized. It’s called narcissistic personality disorder (what Trump has). Will Master Jerry not be like the others? I’ll find out soon enuf, I guess.