Whoreventures

[hisadoredwhore]

That sweet exchange I get from my Master. The one where he kissed my forehead while his hand rests on the small of my back. The pride gushes and I feel every ounce. The inhale, the exhale, the pause, the lingering… I long for this moment. It is everything. I am such a whore. I’m his whore. ♥️

[hisadoredwhore]

Wanting his hand wrapped around my throat. Waiting. Waiting for that moment when his grip softens and and his face softens and his eyes twinkle. Gets me every time.

[hisadoredwhore]

Wanting his hand wrapped around my throat. Waiting. Waiting for that moment when his grip softens and and his face softens and his eyes twinkle. Gets me every time.

[hisadoredwhore]

I didn’t know if hooking up with an on duty cop was a fluke. Maybe it was just a moment of weakness. I decided to shoot him a text on my way home in the wee hours of the night. Needless to say, it wasn’t a fluke.

We met at the same place on the outskirts of town. It was dark, breezy and crisp, we didn’t have the same access point as the first time. Traversing the small trail in 5 inch heels was challenging. I could hear the clank of his gear belt and was following closely behind his flashlight.

We scrapped the trail idea. He was feverishly looking for a spot, a way to have his way with me. He finally suggested the back of my car. In that moment, I had all the power. I had an on duty cop without his gear belt, his walkie in the back seat pocket, pants around his ankles in the back of my car.

I climbed on top of him. There wasn’t a lot of room. I stayed close to his body, feeling the stiffness of his uniform and rigidity of his body armor. The softness of his skin beneath my thighs. Once he was fully inside me, I felt empowered. I had him just where I wanted him. To be submissive is empowering. There is strength in being owned. There is power in knowing your place and embracing who you are.

It didn’t take long to drain him and have him release inside in. Deep inside me. I pushed myself off of him, licked him clean, and watched him get back into his uniform. Pistol gets strapped back on. Walkie clipped back on. Kiss farewell until next time.

Now he is hooked.

[hisadoredwhore]

Still on a high from my last whoreventure. I want it again. I want him to cuff me, drape me over the hood of his squad car, shove himself inside my ass while violating me with his night stick. I crave his abuse of power.

[hisadoredwhore]

Criminal Cop 7-11

This will read like Penthouse Forum because this chain of events just doesn’t happen. This happened and is 100% true.

It started like a normal hook up. Felt a little sketch. I met this random guy outside an adult arcade in the OC. I gave him my number but that was weeks ago. He randomly called me today wanting to hook up. I needed dick so I said yes. I went to his place. I didn’t realize I drove 12 miles for car sex, this better be good. He got his car impounded so he had no transportation. This is going downhill fast but I have dick on the brain so I’m not giving up yet.

We decide to drive to a park and have car sex. He was excellent at his hand game. We steamed up the windows and the car was rocking. We were going at it for a while.. It seemed dirty. He was not a guy you bring home to the fam. While in the throws of sex, all of a sudden the car door swings open and there is a flashlight in our faces. Laying there naked in the back of my car. The Officer asked where I was from and who’s car it was. My companion got the riot act based on the fact that he looked like a thug. I was still lying there naked. I stayed compliant and kept my mouth shut. The Officer asked him to get dressed and wait for me on the corner or he’d be taken in on his outstanding warrant.

I remained behind naked. I had gathered my clothes up but kept them beside me in a pile. I sat naked. No inhibitions I owned it. I clutched my clothes and I was told, “you don’t need to put those on”. I was also told “you seem very comfortable naked”. After a little conversation, he asked what I was doing with this guy. I replied that this is what I do. I’m married but I hook up with anyone I want. He blurted out, “I’m a swinger” and “the couple I used to be with moved away”.

He was in some disbelief on the direction things were going. He kept saying, “I can’t believe this”. He said “show me your pussy, show me what you’re working with”. I spread my legs. I told him I had a Pornhub account to basically prove I was a whore. He asked me to login and show him. I complied with a “Yes, Sir”. He looked at the page and I could feel a slight change. He then reached between my legs and fingered me with one hand while the other hand was up on the collar of his vest. He gave me his cell phone number and told me I could never tell anyone including my husband. He then allowed me to step out of my car and get dressed. He instructed me to take the guy I was with back home.

After some back and forth with some of the things I wanted him to do to me…he found a place we could be alone. I met him at the undisclosed location. It was remote. Very remote. Through a locked gate, down an asphalt road, over a little wooden bridge, down a gravel road to a dead end. It was breezy, silent, dark, the only sounds were my heels grinding into the gravel and the sounds of nature.

I walked completely naked from my car to his patrol car. I walked slow, purposefully, and I walked tall. Just a pair of heels grinding on the gravel with each step. As I walked the 3 car lengths, I saw him take off his belt, I heard him unbuckle his pants. I saw him slip his pants down as I approached him. He grabbed me and kissed me deep and hard. He then pulled me n front of his car. He pushed me down and had me suck his rock hard dick.

I could feel the strap run down to his ankle holster. I could feel the rigidity of his uniform. I reached up and traced the bottom edge of his body armor with my finger. I let him hit the back of my throat over and over again. Gagging, drooling, legs shaking, sucking his dick like I owned it

He grabbed my ponytail, pulled me up and pushed me over the hood of his car. His hands gripping my hips as I held onto the bullbar with one hand and the other hand resting on the hood. I could feel the warmth from the engine and the wind flow beneath me. The moon staring at us under the scattered stars.

I hear the gravel beneath my heels as he shifts me to fuck me in the ass. I bend over more pronounced with my hips tilted back and my hands gripping the bars. My knees begin to shake as he pounds me and we both orgasm. He pulled away from me and stepped back. I stood up and slowly turned around and secured my balance. He took his flashlight out, shining it on his dick and instructed me to clean him up. “Yes Sir, my pleasure” and I squatted down and sucked every last drop off of him.

We got dressed and I slowly followed him back to the main road. I received a text from him shortly after telling me how great it was and he couldn’t wait for the next time. I have to admit none of it seemed real. I was in a daze and decided to take the scenic road home to reflect and gather myself.

I was so still so worked up from the turn of events that I pulled over the side of the road to masterbate. This was squirt inducing and it was difficult to control myself. I stopped an additional 4 times needing to relive the experience and cum again and again.

I decided that I needed to stop at 7-11 for a Big Gulp, Cheetos and a Butterfinger. Post sex snacks for the win! I have been to this particular convenience store several times and the night employee seems a little shy and doesn’t speak English. Sometimes I try and chat but he just smiles. Tonight, I must have had a sex glow that would stop traffic. He could t stop staring at me. I offered pleasantries and gave him a flirty wink and grin.

I returned to my car and was noticing him staring at me through the store window. I adjusted my things and stalled for a bit. I then decided to go back in and see if he would be up for a hook up. With the help of Google translate, he told me he did indeed want to hook up and his next available time would be Wednesday at 2:00. I work so that wasn’t a good time for me. I came back with asking him if he had a break coming up and did he want to close the store to fuck. He told me to meet him in the bathroom.

Unable to speak the same language, I let my body do the talking, and so did he. Multiple orgasms at his hands. He was fucking me from behind as I was bent over the bathroom sink. He was very tall so the height difference was making it difficult. He laid me on the floor and fucked me until we both came right there on the bathroom floor of a 7-11 at 3am.

I walked out tall, confident and satisfied at one of the most exciting, crazy, unbelievable nights of my life.

[hisadoredwhore]

Dr Do-little

My whore adventures continue. Last night was a trip down to San Diego for a hookup with a doctor while he was on call.

How much sexier could this be? Hot doctor, tats, scrubs, children’s hospital. Hell yeah. I start off like I always do. A little speech about what I like, what I’m willing to do, and my expectations. This is where it all started to go downhill and fast.

The response was , “Well, I’m very vanilla”. Okay, I can find his deep seeded fantasies and draw them out. I’ve got this. After he does a mediocre job eating me out, I licked myself off his face. This is when I expect to get pounded. He asked for a condom and said “The first one doesn’t count” 😳

2 strokes in and it was over. How am I going to recover this evening? I obviously did not finish…finish me off already. I am screaming in my head. After 5 min of chit chat (which I detest) he was ready for round 2. Round 2 should last longer right? After 45 seconds of the most missionary, vanilla sex he was done.

His pager went off and he pulled his scrubs on and he was off. He expected me to stay until he was done and came back.

My husband and I give them names, just about all of my hookups earn a name. This one definitely earned his, Dr Do-little.

[hisadoredwhore]

Body Count

Last night's body count wasn't too shabby. I think I underestimated the crowd that would be waiting at my door. I always start my night off a little nervous. My man gives me a pep talk, I take a deep breath and own it. This evening was no exception.

I picked a booth off the beaten path. I like to watch a video and relax a little before I make eye contact with my prey. I like to take stock of my environment and get a feel for the place. The video screen was not working. Sound was working, screen was not. I left my door open as I situated my airpod, freshened my lipstick, took off my shirt, and secured my belongings. Before I knew it I had a taker.

Juan was from El Salvador. He had the shiny button up long sleeve shirt to prove it. He shut the door and started to kiss me. He pawed at every inch of me taking in every curve. We started off with him burying his face between my thighs. He was definitely hungry. my moans started to draw people to tap at he door. I took him in my mouth and jammed him into the back of my throat over and over. The distinct gagging sound drew more activity outside the door. My blowjobs rarely go unfinished but he had to bury himself inside me. Things went slowly. Clinking of the belt, dropping of the pants, kicking off of the shoes. He took me there standing. I had one hand on the wall to balance myself and the pounding I was receiving shook the room enough to release the door. Each time I looked over my shoulder, I saw a different person peering through watching. I made sure to make eye contact with each one. He finished inside me. He got dressed, got my phone number and told me in broken english how much he enjoyed my body. As he left, there were at least 6 people standing outside my door waiting.

Monica came in and introduced herself. Tall, very thin, cheap wig, torn fishnet stocking and bright red lipstick. She told me about the place and her experiences over the last few times she visited. While we were chatting a man stood in the doorway, on the phone, bummed he had to leave. He talked to Monica and myself for a little while. He excused himself and told me he hopes he gets to have a chance with me next time. Monica was biologically a man and asked me if I wanted to play. As my man says, "you are the least judgey person I know". She pulled down her skirt and binding undergarments and I sucked her off. I got down on my knees and went for it. Her legs were shaking as she came inside my mouth. She said she saw stars and could barely walk when she left. I readjusted my clothes and wiped the lipstick off my breast.

I barely composed myself when the next person entered. Complete geek. SW t-shirt, glasses, shorts, and a baseball cap. He took notice of my feet right away. The patent heel was drawing him in. He asked if he could take off my shoe. He absorbed my feet, smelled them, tasted them, inhaled them. He then adjusted and put his baseball cap on backwards and pulled my legs apart. He kept burying his face until he had to pull away and catch his breath. He had a lot off unique sexual behaviors. His fetish was being served. He pulled down his shorts to reveal his Yoda chonies. He sat me down on the bench and pushed himself inside me until he finished on me. He placed my heels back on my feet before he left.

The next few were basic blow jobs. I was hoping to utilize the Glory Holes but with a line at my door I had to get a few out of the way as time was running out. My last target was the Manager of the business. I flirted with him a bit but he wasn't taking the bait. As I started to walk out of the store, a customer was walking in and asked me if the offer extended to him as well. Yes it does. I took him by the hand and directed him into the booth I was in. He attempted to get someone to join us. He got me and what I wanted from the get go. The manager came into "clean" when he was about to eat me out from behind. I was hoping he would join but he didn't. Firecracker (my man and I give nicknames to everyone) had the capacity to give it to me the way I wanted it, rough. He was having a "hard" time getting where he needed to be. He ended up losing his load between my cheeks and then proceeded so suck his own cum out of me.

As I left, I left with a sense of empowerment. I left with confidence. I left with my whore head held up high. One of the men I was with said "come on dude, that's what she is here for". Truer words have never been spoken.

[hisadoredwhore]

Serious adventures at the Adult Arcade this weekend. An amazing menagerie of adventure