Nick completely owns my pussy. So, in my own warped, dick-craving mind, I am devoted and faithful to Nick. These other guys are merely a temporary, disposable sex toy for me, a hot, pulsating, cum-spewing sex toy. Sorry guys, but that’s the way it is, a “Blow and Go” with no intimacy or relationship and minimal interaction. Although I don’t feel too bad because I know afterward these unsuspecting strangers feel like lottery winners, without even buying a ticket! At times, Nick and I enjoy a very healthy fantasy role play side as well. One specific fantasy involves a guy, as a third indian joining us, cumming on my tits while I suck Nick’s cock. That roleplay seemed like a sexual bucket list item since, in real life, Nick and I like to go to an adult book store in the backroom by the video booths. Of course the guys there will gather and follow us like zombies. Nick explains the rules to the group, “No photos and no touching, but feel free teen to jerk off as long as you keep a distance so that we’re out of the splatter zone. If one guy breaks the rules, then the show is over for everyone.” It is hot for both Nick and me knowing that guys stroke their cocks and cum to me and us together virtually and even more heated when we see it in person. Nick and I will stand at a right angle to the guys as I get on my knees to blow him. In helping them enjoy the show vicariously and as an extra visual aid, I will often take my top and bra off. Even though I love to swallow Nick’s cum, Nick will pull out to cum all over my face and boobs so the guys can watch and enjoy. For those that have never seen any of my hundreds of posted online photos, I am a 5’ 10” 55-year-old, New Jersey MILF with blonde hair, blue eyes and D-cup boobs. Nick is 6’ 1” with brown hair and eyes, solidly built with a few extra pounds in the midsection and very well equipped. A few months back, we started talking about making this one particular fantasy a reality. We planned to run a contest of sorts for selecting the appropriate guy. The contest entry required the guys to send a cum tribute photo showing their cock and cum over an image of me. That way, we could evaluate the candidate’s junk while verifying it was theirs. There are many fakes out there! A suitable cock for me must be hard, clean and shaved or very well-trimmed. I prefer circumcised; sorry, guys, just my preferences, but not necessarily a deal-breaker. For my secret blow and go’s, while I get excited and turned on by unveiling a huge cock, an average-sized one often makes for a better blowjob. However, for this planned scenario, since the guy will be “doing the work” himself, I thought a bigger cock would be hotter for me to watch. So, while it wasn’t the only consideration, big dicks would get extra points in our scoring. Bonus points would be awarded for heavy cummers, too. Negative points assessed to those that were rude, creepy, or too brash. We received almost one hundred entries. I had some back and forth email chat with many of them. Nick was reviewing all the images and correspondence as well. We decided it would be in our best interest to invite three guys, expecting that one or two might not show. If two or three did show up, I would conduct an inspection and select the top prize winner to go into the large, private booth with us. The inspection criteria would include me getting close enough amateur to check for any smells or odors. I am completely turned off by cigarette smoke and of course body odor. Nick said I could also place my hand on their crotch over their pants in making my final decision. As a consolation, we would make the one or two non-selected alternate(s), an automatic invite to the next one which we hoped to have if all went well in this first event. Nick doesn’t know this, but I have had several experiences on my own with this kind of final selection process. Have you read, “Jenny Visits The Gloryhole”??? Showing a generous amount of underboob. No serious repercussions, except a small dark cloud over the female assistant manager’s head. but stood up and looked at the blonde beauty with her blouse still wide open and her pair of breasts fully visible to his stares with her stiff nipples aching for attention. Did you guys hear it?” washing the whole area down there because she was hoping for a tongue lashing She sucked in a breath, and her back arched in amateur reflex. “That must be the worst excuse I have ever heard. “Yup.” He replied, then shook his head dismissively. He turned off the road into a dark parking lot behind a warehouse. She let her petticoat fall to the ground. Much like Vlad, it didn’t seem like Mr. Dudley cared what Kayleigh was going through, he only cared about satisfying himself. I was about to close my eyes when I nearly jumped from my seat from a cold sensation around my neck. Nick's assistant Sophia appeared in Stephanie's office bullpen around 4:30 with an envelope and a cryptic message for her. If he likes you, then he isn’t gonna say no, or get annoyed, or think less of you, or any of that bullshit goin’ on in your head right now. For the rest of the week, she was a fluffer and each night she came home hornier than hell. Unidentified craft entering the Galactic teen boundary. As we started off things began to shift around as every one got into the most comfortable position they could given the circumstances. You know I would love you to watch. Free blowjob! Closing her eyes to let the immersiveness of the experience take effect she murmured “you can go a bit harder if you like” then indian settled in. “Mother and Daddy have said they can stay here with them. Piss me off and disobey and you are out." I knew she was not wearing panties underneath her PJs coz my hand was sliding smoothly all over the huge globes of her buttocks. “Just a passing thought,” she grunts as she breaks her wrist free and plants a punch into my groin, “a little ‘what-if’ fantasy; nothing more.” You are the one I want to be with,” Ronja promised. I went back to where I was before the break and continued with my round. “We’re having pizza for dinner, right?” asked Sonja. She realized it was a mistake as soon as it started feeling good. Through the rises and sits, and the trembles and sighs, I could feel her relaxing and engulfing me more.