I'm on a roll. I had Connors jizz for breakfast, and we have..

I'm on a roll. I had Connors jizz for breakfast, and we have made plans to go out tonight and car fuck. I got more news on him, so I'll get to that in a bit. When Connor showed up, Scott was on his way to my house, so I called him and made him wait at the Publix parking lot until I texted him that he could come over. He was sooo mad. But like a good little cuck bitch he waited just like he was supposed to. His reward for being such a good bitch? I let him breed my ass. He is still mad, though. Mostly because I wouldn't let him touch my pussy. That belongs to Connor today. He knew Scott was waiting for me, and he said he didn't want Scott fucking me. I had no plans on fucking Scott, to be honest. But telling Scott he was denied my pussy because a 19 yr old owns it....well...there is just no way I can resist something that delicious. Impossible for me to do. This is weird, but I couldn't help myself. I made Scott smell my cunt. And he did it. It had to be humiliating for him. First, I breathed in his face and asked if he could smell Connors's sperm on my breath. He could. Hell, I could smell it. Cum breath is strong for like a few hours. Then I made him kiss me. He wouldn't do it at first, but after I told him what he would never get again, he broke down, and I slipped my tongue that was recently coated with sperm directly from Connor's testicles into his mouth. The dummy gagged. It was funny! I love Scott. He is the perfect cuck because he doesn't want to be a cuck. But he has to, or else he doesn't get the one thing he wants more than anything. That one thing is me! And that's what makes him perfect! The thing is, I got like massively turned by all of this. I didn't want to break my promise to Connor, so I went down the fuzzy path of letting Scott fuck my ass. It's not really fucking, and technically he said, "I don't want Scott to touch your pussy" so I figured my ass was fair game. Scott pumped a big load of jizz way up in my rectum. It's awesome. I'll be anally greased up for the rest of the day! Yay for me! I'll let you know tomorrow how my car fucking goes tonight. Good news for me, bad news for Connor. His girlfriend has taken off to South Carolina to find a place to live, as that is where she will be going to school. Even better news for me...she will be gone next month forever. I have just been thinking I need more 19 yr old Connor dick in my life, and now I'm going to get it. He's not upset about it. Said she was getting on his nerves, but he thought it would just be easier to let her move away than break up with her. None of that means shit to me as long as he pumps me like he's trying to put a baby in me on the regular...it's all good! It looks like I will be his jizz rag for the near future. That puts a smile on my face. Funny thing. Several people have commented lately on how fun my life is. It is fun. I have no complaints about how things are going. I have no complaints or regrets about how I have lived my life up to this point. Are there things I would change? Absolutely. We all would change certain things and decisions if we could. The one regret that sticks with me, and I always think about it because it does bother me. I didn't start making porn in the '80s. For me, porn in the 80s was the greatest porn era of all time. I was old enough. I was definitely stable and capable enough to do it, and most importantly, I was so sexually excited about new things back then I would have been great at it. But that didn't happen, so there was no point in swimming around in the pool of what could or should have been. Best move I made? Fucking my co-workers at the hospitals and home healthcare businesses I worked at. That eventually led to me quitting and going to full-time porn and the spin-off career I had for 20-plus years. The greatest time of my life. I know you hear all these horror stories from girls in porn. Usually, they were and still are a horror story before they ever even started porn. The only reason they showed up at porn's doorstep was for the fast buck. I showed up for the dick, and porn didn't let me down. Not once, not ever. I'm way off track. Fucked up shit happens in my life just like it does yours. I deal with it and move on. Sure, I stomp around going, "What the fuck!" but then I get my head about me, fix it, and move on. Just like you do. Look, I'll be dead one day. I'm not going out worrying about whether the AC repairman fucked me over or not. There are too many testicles out there waiting for me to empty them to worry about the petty shit.