Childhood Ambitions
HoratioFellatio writes:
"At the tender age of 13, my little hairless clockweights squirted their first dose of testosterone into my blood stream. The result was a mental alarm clock shouting, 'I NEED TO LOOK AT GIRL'S FANNIES.' I reasoned that if I became a Gynaecologist, I'd get to look at fannies all day.
"It was only when I reached the age of about 16 and learnt about STD's and yeast infections that I realised I'd only ever get to see diseased ones."
Tell us about your childhood career ambitions and the moment at which your aspirations crumbled into a pile of broken dreams.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 12:02)
HoratioFellatio writes:
"At the tender age of 13, my little hairless clockweights squirted their first dose of testosterone into my blood stream. The result was a mental alarm clock shouting, 'I NEED TO LOOK AT GIRL'S FANNIES.' I reasoned that if I became a Gynaecologist, I'd get to look at fannies all day.
"It was only when I reached the age of about 16 and learnt about STD's and yeast infections that I realised I'd only ever get to see diseased ones."
Tell us about your childhood career ambitions and the moment at which your aspirations crumbled into a pile of broken dreams.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 12:02)
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Confessions of a high-class pro
I was a cheerleader at school and - I'll be honest - I had a bit of a reputation as an easy lay. The truth was that I fucked almost every guy in my year. It wasn't because I wanted attention or because my parents had divorced or anything - it was because I loved cock. I didn't care where I had it, as long as it was hard.
In my careers interview, I told the guy that I wanted a job that used my skills. I listed these as: big, firm tits; long slender legs; a pretty face; a hot ass and a perpetual desire to have sex. After I had swallowed his cum, he suggested that I become a prostitute. Not just any street hooker, but a high-class pro charging $500 a pop. I could choose my clients and get paid for fucking. Great!
First, I had to learn the tricks of the trade. I already had some good techniques, but I paid particular attention on how to please a man and spent a few months fucking for free in an attempt to perfect my blow jobs, hand jobs and positions that tightened my snatch to better milk my clients of cum (and money). In no time, I felt I had reached professional status and took out some ads in high-end magazines.
The rules were simple. I'd first meet the client for a drink (he paid) and then if I liked him, I'd let him have his way for an extortionate fee. It's been a wild few years. I've done bukkake parties, orgies, S+M, you name it... One time, a millionarie paid me to simply lie on his bed naked while he masturbated furiously over me. Another time, I did an entire NBA team - a cock in each hand and one in every orifice. That was goood!
I'm not fussy about age. I once did a fifteen year old boy whose father wanted him to lose his virginity. The kid had a massive wang and I let him do me doggy style. I considered it charity (though his dad paid $1000) I also did the dad in front of a huge plate glass window on the 21st floor. That was exciting.
So, I realised my ambtion. I'm rich enough never to work again and I've more cock than Freddie Mercury.
( , Fri 30 Mar 2007, 13:00, Reply)
I was a cheerleader at school and - I'll be honest - I had a bit of a reputation as an easy lay. The truth was that I fucked almost every guy in my year. It wasn't because I wanted attention or because my parents had divorced or anything - it was because I loved cock. I didn't care where I had it, as long as it was hard.
In my careers interview, I told the guy that I wanted a job that used my skills. I listed these as: big, firm tits; long slender legs; a pretty face; a hot ass and a perpetual desire to have sex. After I had swallowed his cum, he suggested that I become a prostitute. Not just any street hooker, but a high-class pro charging $500 a pop. I could choose my clients and get paid for fucking. Great!
First, I had to learn the tricks of the trade. I already had some good techniques, but I paid particular attention on how to please a man and spent a few months fucking for free in an attempt to perfect my blow jobs, hand jobs and positions that tightened my snatch to better milk my clients of cum (and money). In no time, I felt I had reached professional status and took out some ads in high-end magazines.
The rules were simple. I'd first meet the client for a drink (he paid) and then if I liked him, I'd let him have his way for an extortionate fee. It's been a wild few years. I've done bukkake parties, orgies, S+M, you name it... One time, a millionarie paid me to simply lie on his bed naked while he masturbated furiously over me. Another time, I did an entire NBA team - a cock in each hand and one in every orifice. That was goood!
I'm not fussy about age. I once did a fifteen year old boy whose father wanted him to lose his virginity. The kid had a massive wang and I let him do me doggy style. I considered it charity (though his dad paid $1000) I also did the dad in front of a huge plate glass window on the 21st floor. That was exciting.
So, I realised my ambtion. I'm rich enough never to work again and I've more cock than Freddie Mercury.
( , Fri 30 Mar 2007, 13:00, Reply)
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