u/wearlessthan

I like when people say about me, “she is good at following directions.” I’ve been getting told that forever

I’m not business minded or super creative really. But I’m good at admin, good at data entry. I’m good at baking too - it’s all just following instructions.

I think it makes me good in other ways too. Good for a guy who needs a little more control. The type of guy who likes making a random rule for me to follow. Only cheap underwear. No more tv after work. Total free use. That sort of thing.

My body is so responsive to desire. I’m easily wet, I don’t have a gag reflex. I love anal. I like being used for sex. I don’t need to cum, I just want to be useful. I like a guy who can enjoy a blowjob without feeling like he has to go down on me next. Knowing I’m satisfied with the load of cum I just swallowed.

I like chores in the same way. Doing something because you told me to takes on an extra layer of something I can’t define.

I’m 32 and I know I’m pretty plain. Tiny tits, petite ass. 5’3, 110 lbs, daily yoga to keep tight. Brown hair to my shoulders, bare pussy.

I like when people say about me, “she is good at following directions.” I’ve been getting told that forever

I’m not business minded or super creative really. But I’m good at admin, good at data entry. I’m good at baking too - it’s all just following instructions.

I think it makes me good in other ways too. Good for a guy who needs a little more control. The type of guy who likes making a random rule for me to follow. Only cheap underwear. No more tv after work. Total free use. That sort of thing.

My body is so responsive to desire. I’m easily wet, I don’t have a gag reflex. I love anal. I like being used for sex. I don’t need to cum, I just want to be useful. I like a guy who can enjoy a blowjob without feeling like he has to go down on me next. Knowing I’m satisfied with the load of cum I just swallowed.

I like chores in the same way. Doing something because you told me to takes on an extra layer of something I can’t define.

I’m 32 and I know I’m pretty plain. Tiny tits, petite ass. 5’3, 110 lbs, daily yoga to keep tight. Brown hair to my shoulders, bare pussy.

When we met we were flirty and you were matter of fact about telling me I should suck you behind the bar and see if we’re compatible. It felt totally sane to strip down to naked back there for you, on my knees. It was like you knew immediately that’s all I wanted.

Since then you’ve made the rules and I follow. Like I don’t ever reach out first. You already know I want you, I need to wait until you want me.

You have total free use of me. You don’t have to yell or be mean about it, we both know all my holes are yours whenever and however you want them.

I stay home more often than I used to. You like me waiting. You were right that my friends were probably just humoring me, they stopped reaching out when I did.

I’ve gotten rid of a lot of stuff from my place. You like it more minimalist.

And god do I like your cock. I love it. I’m obsessed with it. Having it inside me and it all makes sense.

I’m 32, petite ass, little tits. 110 lbs. and a flat tummy from lots of yoga. Plain. Brown hair to my shoulders, bare pussy.

I want to chat about being yours!

When we met I was kind of under socialized. That’s how I put it. You told me I was a loser and lucky you were talking to me, and that felt right.

I mean, I was new in town. No friends. Working an admin job where I barely talked to anyone because most work was done online. I was taking myself to the movies, trying to work up the courage to talk to someone in my yoga class or at the gym.

And instead I met you. You were right about me being a loser, and you were shockingly right about how much I needed to get fucked. You told me I looked good sucking your cock and it made me want to suck your cock more. You had me riding you, apologizing to you for my tiny tits, taking your slaps, your spit in my mouth, your loads wherever you wanted to put them.

When we weren’t together, I didn’t feel as left out anymore. Even though I don’t get invited anywhere with you either. Still I was with you. You were clear that I was not your girlfriend, I was still thinking about you constantly.

You’re right that this is the best thing for us to do, that everything else is a distraction. At least for me. I should focus on thinking about your cock.

You just say the right thing somehow. You know how to make me feel small and insignificant and needy. And I love it. I’m 32 and should want more but instead I just want you and your cock.

Let’s chat about how you’ll use me.

I’m totally submissive. Some call me a doormat. I just like to be helpful, to make people satisfied and happy.

When you found all that out, you knew the best thing to do: keep my holes filled. Pussy, ass, and mouth. On offer to your friends, to guys you know. To randoms off the street.

I don’t say no. More of a “yes” girl. Love getting pounded, having my face fucked.

I’d never had more than a threesome before I met you. But now I take groups of guys. However many you want. Guy after guy, I meet and feel their cock before I ever know their name.

Of course you and I fuck too. As much as you want. I’m free use thanks to you. Always leaking a load. Always ready for the next dick. I barely ever put on clothes. There’s no need with how I’m most useful.

I hate when guys feel left out. I don’t like when they feel rejected. I love making all the guys you choose feel good. Knowing their cocks. Being their slut. I’ll even clean up when we’re all done and my legs are still shaking, holes leaking.

Not into cucks, want someone who is dominating me.

I’m a petite little thing. Easy to toss around. 110 lbs, 5’3, little tits, dainty ass. Girl next door. Brown hair to my shoulders, brown eyes. Pink eraser tip nipples. Waxed pussy.

You know what I’m worth and it isn’t standing up.

The night started with my ex asking me if I was free late. And I know what that means. He isn’t hoping for a movie buddy. We were terrible together but we had great sex, and I needed some. So I went over.

He’s also one of the biggest guys I’ve ever been with. We spent a good four hours fucking and he’s thick, long. My insides felt rearranged after a lot of doggy and cowgirl riding. Exactly what we both needed.

I sucked his dick the next morning and then I was on my way home. I stopped for coffee and I was definitely walking funny. I was sore.

A guy in line offered to buy my drink for me and I protested a bit but ended up saying yes, so we hung out a little. He asked if I had a good night and told me he noticed something but felt like a creep asking.

I told him to go ahead, and he asked if I’d had sex with someone well endowed the night before. He said he recognized the shuffle I was doing.

I laughed and couldn’t believe it was that obvious. I confirmed I was heading home from a date. And I asked him if he recognized it because he caused it. He said yes.

I was feeling so slutty still that I asked if he felt like showing me. He jumped at the chance. We went back to his place since he was close. He didn’t seem to mind being sloppy seconds. And just like he said, he was big. Not quite as thick as my ex but definitely long. I told him he was better, my legs along his shoulders, but I honestly loved them both.

I’m totally submissive. Some call me a doormat. I just like to be helpful, to make people satisfied and happy.

When you found all that out, you knew the best thing to do: keep my holes filled. Pussy, ass, and mouth. On offer to your friends, to guys you know. To randoms off the street.

I don’t say no. More of a “yes” girl. Love getting pounded, having my face fucked.

I’d never had more than a threesome before I met you. But now I take groups of guys. However many you want. Guy after guy, I meet and feel their cock before I ever know their name.

Of course you and I fuck too. As much as you want. I’m free use thanks to you. Always leaking a load. Always ready for the next dick. I barely ever put on clothes. There’s no need with how I’m most useful.

I hate when guys feel left out. I don’t like when they feel rejected. I love making all the guys you choose feel good. Knowing their cocks. Being their slut. I’ll even clean up when we’re all done and my legs are still shaking, holes leaking.

Not into cucks, want someone who is dominating me.

I’m a petite little thing. Easy to toss around. 110 lbs, 5’3, little tits, dainty ass. Girl next door. Brown hair to my shoulders, brown eyes. Pink eraser tip nipples. Waxed pussy.

You know what I’m worth and it isn’t standing up.

I’m totally submissive. Some call me a doormat. I just like to be helpful, to make people satisfied and happy.

When you found all that out, you knew the best thing to do: keep my holes filled. Pussy, ass, and mouth. On offer to your friends, to guys you know. To randoms off the street.

I don’t say no. More of a “yes” girl. Love getting pounded, having my face fucked.

I’d never had more than a threesome before I met you. But now I take groups of guys. However many you want. Guy after guy, I meet and feel their cock before I ever know their name.

I hate when guys feel left out. I don’t like when they feel rejected. I love making all the guys you choose feel good. Knowing their cocks. Being their slut. I’ll even clean up when we’re all done and my legs are still shaking, holes leaking.

I’m a petite little thing. Easy to toss around. 110 lbs, 5’3, little tits, dainty ass. Girl next door. Brown hair to my shoulders, brown eyes. Pink eraser tip nipples. Waxed pussy.

You know what I’m worth and it isn’t standing up.

When we met I was kind of under socialized. That’s how I put it. You told me I was a loser and lucky you were talking to me, and that felt right.

I mean, I was new in town. No friends. Working an admin job where I barely talked to anyone because most work was done online. I was taking myself to the movies, trying to work up the courage to talk to someone in my yoga class or at the gym.

And instead I met you. You were right about me being a loser, and you were shockingly right about how much I needed to get fucked. You told me I looked good sucking your cock and it made me want to suck your cock more. You had me riding you, apologizing to you for my tiny tits, taking your slaps, your spit in my mouth, your loads wherever you wanted to put them.

When we weren’t together, I didn’t feel as left out anymore. Even though I don’t get invited anywhere with you either. Still I was with you. You were clear that I was not your girlfriend, I was still thinking about you constantly.

You’re right that this is the best thing for us to do, that everything else is a distraction. At least for me. I should focus on thinking about your cock.

You just say the right thing somehow. You know how to make me feel small and insignificant and needy. And I love it. I’m 32 and should want more but instead I just want you and your cock.

Let’s chat about how you’ll use me.

I want to be with a guy who likes to casually share me. He’s into the dominance of it, the way he gets to control me. I’m into following his instructions. His matter of fact nature makes it seem like every addition makes sense.

If I like sucking cock, why not add one more? And is three so different than two? His friend wants pussy and I have one and enjoy getting it filled, why not help him out? The beach is more fun if everyone gets naked, why don’t I strip down first since everyone has already seen me?

Every guy he wants to give my holes to, I do it. He’s always right. I have a good time. The guys like it. And then I can just rest and hang out until the next one. Maybe clean up the house a little while I wait.

I just like the logic used to make me sluttier and sluttier. Constantly gaslit and told that this is what I want. Let’s talk about how you use me!

I’m 32, and I’m not curvy at all, not every guy’s dream girl. More barely there tits, little ass, dainty. Pale skin. Pink eraser tip nipples. Plain and boring face, so many guys have told me how hot I am only when I was sucking their cock.

I have always enjoyed being the side slut. I think it’s because it’s immediately so submissive for me. I know that you get to drive our relationship. You choose when we get together. How long we’re together. What we do together.

We never have much time. You always have to get back. You don’t want her catching on. She’s your everything. She’s your perfect match. She just doesn’t need to see this rougher side of you. Your selfish side. She’s the type of girl you kiss while you fuck.

But with me, I’m fair game. Slap me around. Fuck me. Use my holes, any one you want. Tell me how much of a dumb slut I am for accepting this treatment from you. And know that I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I really love when you stop by mine and cancel the date we had planned as you’re pulling your pants down. We have your cock inside me within 60 seconds of you over. You know I never wear much at home. Panties you can move aside. A crop top you can toss off to the side, show yourself my tiny tits.

I’m loyal to you even if you aren’t to me. Happiest and at my most relaxed when it’s just me and your cock. Let’s come up with all the ways it would be convenient to use me.

I met them at a karaoke bar and they just did a Beastie Boys song together. They were having more fun than anyone and I noticed they weren’t drinking.

I approached and offered to buy them a pitcher of Pepsi, and they cheered. They told me they were on a road trip and fighting over who gets to drive next. They were in their mid twenties, friends since college who moved away from each other, who always planned to do this trip together when they were older.

I thought that was sweet. I also had a fantasy of being triple teamed and I was hoping I was about to actually see it through. I was in my late twenties and had only just found out how much I was turned on by being shared. Done a lot of threesomes and was ready for more.

I had on a short shiny silver skirt covered in sequins and a white bandeau top that showed off my nipples and my flat stomach. None of them seemed annoyed I was staying to talk to them, so after they had their soda I asked if they wanted to come over to mine and shower before they made their way to their next destination.

They all perked up and I showed them how close I was to the karaoke bar. They didn’t even have to move their car. They grabbed their toiletries bags and followed me to my little one bedroom place.

One of them, Kyle, was like the ringleader. Said, “10 minutes tops guys, we don’t want to waste your hot water.” And I made a joke that they should just shower all together then. Kyle said, only if you joined us.

I stripped down. I know I was being too forward but I was also sure they knew why I invited them. “My showers too small for that, but I can definitely keep you all to ten minutes each.”

I washed them, one by one. Barely played with their half hard dicks as I lathered them, but noticed they were all of similar size. They made jokes and laughed as we did it. It was really fun.

When we were all out in my living room and they had all my towels wrapped around them I said I wanted all of them if they wanted me. I was naked in front of them, on my side kinda with my legs demure and together. Their eyes roamed around my body.

Of course Kyle spoke first. “Take turns, or all at once?”

“That’s up to you guys.” I got up and walked into my bedroom. They all three followed close behind. I sat them down on my bed and started sucking Kyle in the middle while I held the other two dicks in my hand. They were all so hard already. I looked up and they were all watching me so intently. It was better to keep my eyes on their cocks, as I switched between them, sucking and deep throating as they let out little moans.

“You guys gotta let yourselves get into it if you’re all going to be here.”

And Kyle responded. “Keep sucking.”

I liked that. I kept it up. Eventually one of the other guys, Bryan, got up and got behind me. “Can I?” I just said “mhm” with my mouth full. Pointed out the condoms on my dresser and he put one on fast, slid into me even faster. I was so turned on already.

“Whoa, you’re wet,” he said as he started thrusting. It made it hard to suck, how good that felt, but I kept going on Kyle. The other guy, Mark, was only getting my hand squeezing his dick.

Bryan finished kind of fast and Kyle moved to take his place as I got over to Mark’s cock. He put his hand on the back of my head and it was hot for him to control my pace as Kyle slipped in from behind. I loved being so full.

He took his time, and Mark was getting close I could tell. “Finish up Kyle,” he said, “I want pussy too.”

“Tell her to take you out of her mouth.”

“Fuck you.”

I was loving it. Kyle finished up and then I straddled Mark. I could tell Bryan and Kyle were watching as I rode Mark and finished him fast, just as I was cumming too. I threw my arms around him and kissed him. I realized it was the first kiss from the whole night and I’d been sucking all three guys but Mark didn’t seem to mind.

Afterwards it was so awkward. They took another quick rinse and thanked me. I thanked them back. I even offered them some money for the trip, to enjoy themselves. I just wanted to make sure they kept thinking of me somehow.

They left and I never heard from them again. I hope they had a good rest of their trip.

This was back in my twenties. I’m over 30 now.

I was just hanging out in the park when I got to chatting with a guy who sat on the bench with me. He was older but extremely handsome. I saw his wedding ring. We talked about his wife and how wonderful she is. I told him about my dumb coffee shop job, he told me about how his life got boring when he got rich.

I was about to leave, not for any particular reason. Just because it was a random day in the park and I wanted to be alone. But then he asked if he could admit something to me. I was worried he was going to tell me something awful, so I was kind of relieved when it was just that he missed blowjobs.

I was wearing a bikini top and short shorts. I know I looked a certain way. But it surprised me nonetheless. I asked why he told me this, and he said he didn’t know, he just wondered if any girl would ever be into only sucking dick. No other contact. It was the one thing his wife wouldn’t do, and so he justified in his mind that he should be allowed to get it somewhere else.

I had already been in submissive relationships at this point. And I had a reputation in college for giving blowjobs really casually. But he couldn’t know that. He just saw I was dressed kinda slutty. I told him I didn’t know about other girls, but I like that kind of thing.

It was always at mine, and he had my coffee shop schedule so he could plan around that. I had rules. I couldn’t tell anyone. Had to be loyal just to him. While he was over I had to at least be in underwear, never totally naked.

I loved the rules. I like to have a secret like that. And I liked him coming over whenever I was free.

We mostly did the classic, him in a chair, me on my knees between his legs. He’d hold my head or he’d let me worship. He’d stand up and fuck my face sometimes. Once in a while he’d toss me onto my bed and hang my head off the mattress to fuck. He had a nice dick. 6” and thick. Heavy balls.

I really liked how casually in charge he was. It made us both happy. He would talk about how much he loved his wife. Sometimes he’d even watch their sex videos. I was kind of amazed at that. I always thought I left his balls empty.

It went on for two years. He never once broke his promise. Blowjobs only. It only changed because his wife suddenly decided she wanted to do them. He was training her. She was getting good, so he wouldn’t need me anymore. He shook my hand the last time. Very business like.

I never knew where he lived, never saw him again. But I do think about him a lot.

This has happened to me more than a few times and I think guys are always confused by it when I explain it. My kink is cock! I love dick, I love sucking. I love holding it. Like even if I was just sitting next to you I want to be holding it, or cupping your balls. I just like that amount of contact with it.

Not with every guy, mind you. For some reason it's only some guys, some cocks that bring it out in me.

I still think about this one guy. I always hopes he’s still thinking of me.

He had a totally average dick. Under 5", regular thickness. Cut. He was sure it was too small but I loved it. I really loved sucking it. I'd get over to his place and get on my knees, ask him if I could get it out.

He was always reluctant, but then we'd hang out like that. I'd suck and be on my knees or we'd switch it up and be on his bed. I'd edge him for a long time and then he'd finally finish all over me. Huge loads from all the time we spent working on him.

After a couple weeks of this he told me he was done. He said we didn't have anything in common except for his dick and I guess I agreed about that. But I thought that was enough for at least a couple more months. He was so apologetic too. "I know you love my dick but I want someone to love me for me." Like his dick wasn't part of him! I think because we were just getting into a good hook up groove, my mind can't let him go. Even though it's happened a lot.

Guys all think they're going to love it but I guess it's hard to make me into a girlfriend when all I want to do is suck dick.

I basically went out last night to try and get a one night stand. I'm usually not someone to dress slutty – jean shorts and a tshirt type these days. But I put on a black dress that showed off my whole ass if I leaned over carelessly, and hoped that how it showed off my nipples made up for my lack of tits.

I just parked at a bar and waited to be hit on. I tried to look available, but I'm not great at putting out that vibe I think. I guess I'm more girl next door, girl you tell about the woman making your life crazy.

But a guy did take notice of me and we did have a drink together before I asked if he lived close. He was into that, and we left. Went back to his place. It was actually kind of clean, he must have been hoping to pull.

The sex was slower than I expected, lots of positions, all while he held both of my wrists in one hand. He kept nearly cumming and stopping to go down on me, which drove me crazy. I didn't even realize we hadn't used a condom until he'd already cum inside me twice. I'm on birth control but still.

When we were finished, he explained he had work early in the morning so after I went and washed up I hustled out the door.

I love that feeling, walk of shame kind of. 2am and heading home. I could feel that my thighs were still wet from him, and I was still leaking cum just a little. I felt so hot, and embarrassed too, that I hadn't done a better job cleaning myself up.