Gym Showers

I'm so glad I set up the camera for our first time! 

John and I had met in the showers of the local gym. That's where I got my first look at his gigantic cock and phenomenal body, and he got his first look at my chastity cage and ass. 

It was clear from the start that I wanted him and he was... intrigued by me. After we were both cleaned and getting dressed I could still see him glancing over at me. I could tell he had some questions but didn't want to be rude or overstep, so I made things easy for him and made the first move. 

I walked up to him and asked if he wanted to go back to my place and have a chat. He seemed nervous at first but agreed to join me. 

Once we were at my apartment I stripped down to just my cage as I always do when I get home. As I shed my clothes I explained to him that I don't believe chastity gurls like myself should ever wear clothes at home. I welcomed him to get as naked as he wanted as well, and after a few moments of thought he decided to remove everything but his socks and his watch. 

He had a lot of questions. What is that thing on your dick? 

A chastity cage, it stops me from getting hard or cumming. 

Why do you wear it?

Because I'm a chastity gurl and I don't deserve erections or orgasms. 

What are you into? 

I'll do whatever al man wants but I prefer to be owned. 

He took everything in stride and I had fun watching his cock get harder and harder as our conversation went on. He was surprised to learn that I wore the cage by choice, and didn't have a Daddy who locked it on me. 

It was time for the big question: did he want to fuck me?

He said yes but only if I'd wear a jockstrap, he didn't want to see the cage while he was fucking me. 

I agreed, put on my jockstrap and we got ready. He wasn't sure about the camera but I managed to get him on board. And thank god I did, look at that footage!

You could tell by the look on his face that he didn't expect to have such a good time hammering my pussy. He even called it HIS pussy!

By the time we were done, both of us were covered in sweat and he'd said things he never imagined himself saying to anyone! 

I had a feeling I'd awakened something in him and my suspicions were confirmed when he asked if we could keep hooking up. I agreed and for the next few months we fucked whenever we could. Every time he used me he got a little more comfortable and enthusiastic about dominating me, until about 4 months in he asked to be my key holder. 

As time went on he's gone from a stranger, to a fuck buddy, to my key holder, to my dominant Daddy 

Thank god for those gym showers!

The Cabin Stay

Shane had borrowed Simon from his buddy Brody for his month-long stay at the cabin. While Brody was a fully-trained bitch and had been raised to service cock, she still had a remarkably tight cunt and Shane really appreciated his friend lending her to him, knowing full-well how hard Shane fucked pussy. The fact that the bitch had sandy blonde-hair was just an added bonus as far as Shane was concerned, since he’d always found sandy blonde-haired bitches particularly demonstrative when you were fucking their twats.

As a bitch, Simon was, of course, used to being kept naked at all times, her total nudity merely a sign of her innate submissiveness.  Similarly, as a bitch she was used to being spanked bare pussy up right over the knee. She even expected to be spanked right on her exposed cunt for even the slightest mistake; and frequently for no other reason than one of her Daddies enjoyed seeing her writhing in discomfort.  But even with all the experience Brody had garnered since her original cunting when she came of age, Simon's pussy had never been exposed to such unrelenting fucking as she had since she arrived at the cabin.

Daddy Shane was not only endowed with dick that would do any MAN proud, he wielded it with an unbelievable fierceness that left the bitch’s cunt so swollen and sore that she couldn’t help but cry whenever Daddy Shane mounted up and fucked her.

There was no question, though, that the biggest contributor to Simon's unrelenting sore pussy was the insatiability of Daddy Shane’s sex-drive.  It was nothing for the bitch to be cunted seven or eight times every day by Daddy Shane. And when, on those frequent occasions when Daddy Shane decided to entertain his neighbors with her pussy, Simon could expect to be taking 30 to 40 loads of cum up her sore and aching cunt that day.

She had only been up at the cabin two weeks, but already Simon could tell that her cunt was getting looser.  She was terrified of what would happen to it her if her real life Daddy, Daddy Brody, decided that she was no longer tight enough to please Him. Daddy Brody was a hard Daddy, to be sure, but he was a good Daddy too, always careful to ensure that his bitches were well-fed and exercised.

If Daddy Brody were here and saw the condition that Simon cunt was now in, He would consign her to light service and use another of His bitches to serve His sexual urges until Simon pussy had recovered its clutch. But Simon was the only bitch that Daddy Shane had brought with him so, of necessity, she would be required to service Daddy Shane whenever Daddy had the urge to fuck pussy.

With two more weeks of Daddy's Shane’s use ahead of her, Simon had to face the very real possibility that her cunt would be so stretched by the time she was finished servicing Daddy that her cunt would never fully recover, at least not well enough to be of any use to Men. 

Surviving Chandler

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Will He Be In The Mood Again?

“God damn” Darren thought as he looked down at his thick, massive cock; “I can’t believe I fuck my own son with this big dick.”  He sighed as his cock twitched slightly as he thought about how good his slender, small statured 18 year old son’s pussy had felt the night before. 

His son’s voice echoed in his ear saying “Don’t stop fucking me Dad. I want you to bred my pussy just like last time.”  It had started innocently enough a few weeks ago, with just some playful teasing and innuendos, until one evening Darren finally just got up the nerve to ask his gay son if he wanted a chance to see how good sex was with an older guy. Nervous at first, the boy quickly learned how to enjoy his dad’s sexual affection, and was not shy about asking for it anymore. “Fuck, I hope he’s in the mood when he gets home later.” Thought Darren. 

What Darren hadn't figured out yet was his son's mentality about the sex they were having. Darren was more than a plain ole bottom boy. He was a pussy boy, submissive bitch-boi that new his father had cunted him and knew he had to be of service to him every way he could including being HIS pussy when ever and where ever his father asked as well as often as he wanted. Darren would have been thrilled if his father fucked him three to four times a day.

Now that Darren's pussy had been cunted it was constantly hungry. Thank god for his pussy plug he bought months ago. But it wasn't satisfying the need anymore that a good fucking did. Maybe he needed a bigger plug. Maybe ask his father if he'd fuck him more often.

What Had He Done

It's too late. He has taken your virgin ass and shot his seed deep inside you. His DNA is now in the process of taking over and you can feel your manhood slipping away. Regretting what you have done will change nothing. You are now a cum dump and will service him as ordered.

Wracked with guilt, Robby rubbed his forehead in shock for what he had done. He couldn’t believe he actually just had sex with the man sleeping soundly in the next room. His own father. His hairy & muscular dad. He actually had the cock of the man who gave him life inside his new pussy and could still feel his dad’s load of cum inside his sore cunt.

 “Fuck, what am I gonna do?” Robby though to himself.

 After a few minutes he began thinking about how good sex with his dad had felt, and how much he enjoyed making love to the man he knew so well. “Well, fuck it” Robby finally thought to himself. “I love him and I don’t give a fuck who knows; I’m gonna keep fucking my dad as long as we want.”  Robby got up naked and walked into the dark bedroom where his stepdad was snoring sound asleep. He climbed into the bed and snuggled up close to the sleeping man; his ass tight against his crotch. Robby rubbed his dad’s flat furry belly and gently tweaked his nipples. He reached down and caressed the older man’s ample cock and balls. He gently kissed his dad’s lips and whispered. “I love you, Daddy.”  Softly snoring, the older man muttered “Love you too baby boy.” And gently wrapped his arms around his son. The two slept that way til morning when Robby woke to his father fucking him again.

"Wakey, wakey baby boi. It's pussy time. Daddy's got more baby batter for that hungry pussy of yours."

Perfection

I had trained her well. She learned that there was no better feeling than the taste and smell of my cock, or a pussy full of cum. She didn’t even care that she was in chastity anymore. All she wanted was my cock inside of her.

So when I told her that she was going to get all the cock she could handle she was beyond elated and immediately went cunt up. Her hungry puppy dog eyes begging for it. But when she felt a silicone cock enter her cunt and begin its monotonous thrusting she was disappointed and confused. She was Daddy's good gurl, wasn’t she? Her pussy makes/made Daddy happy, doesn't it?

She was. So good in fact to earn taking her training to the next level. It would take hours at first, but she would learn to cum in her cage just from pussy use. Over time it would take less and less time. Until eventually my cock would fuck the cum out of her in minutes but the fuck wouldn’t end until I was satisfied.

She would serve me beyond her own pleasure. A perfect fuck princess. 

Exposed

Riley took the pic and sent it. He put down the dildo and rolled over so that his pussy was in the air, and just laid there. What had he done? Well, he knew what he had done. Shaved his body, and then fucked himself hard with a dildo that he had just bought on some weird impulse earlier that day at the adult bookstore, and ejaculated completely hands free. And then he had sent a pic of himself exposed completely with a dildo in hand and his cunt drooling lube. 

Fuck, he felt...he was fucked! 

Then he realized he sent a pic of himself so exposed...who did he send it too? He grabbed his phone, his pussy still drooling and sliding down his smooth taint to his balls and onto his bed. As he grabbed his phone, it vibrated as it got a message and his mind shut off as he read it. Without another thought, Riley grabbed the dildo again and began to lick it up and down, making it wet with his spit, ignoring the pussy juice on it. He had not realized that he had accepted a video call, but instead focused on the dildo and making it wet to prepare to fuck himself again while on camera.

"Riley, I want you in that bed naked, ass up, pussy gaping and drenched in lube when I get there, Dad."

Question: How loose do you think my pussy should be?

A recent Twitter follower asked this question privately in a DM, and while I did answer him very briefly I felt this question deserves a much longer and more diverse answer than I gave.

How loose do you think my pussy should be? I’m never sure, because I like that it’s quite small and pink when not in use. My husband says it’s pretty. But I’m often jealous of gurls with big puffy pussy lips.

I think this is a great question, with quite a few responses:

First of all I think looseness is an individual choice if one is single. It's a couples choice if one is in a relationship to a man, with usually the dominate in the relationship making that decision. The latter could be up for debate as many "gurls" would say that their Dom/Daddy/Husband should make that decision for them I tend to agree with that point of view. BUT it is our decision as HIS gurl to submit to that decision; and even that is up for debate with some couples as some Dom's/Daddy's/Husbands would punish a gurl for disobeying a direct order. But I do think conversation is necessary as one really can't be a dominate or a submissive without the other.

Next for me, this questions brings up the topic of pussy training (dildo training). As I've tweeted many times I truly believe pussy training it imperative to being HIS good gurl. A Dom/Daddy/Husband for the most part just wants a gurl he can mount easily and rut away till he dumps his load and paints your pussy walls with his baby batter. I can't be more brutally honest than that, and lets be honest they only way you achieve that is pussy training. Let's also be honest here for a second, it is really the only way we as good gurls should masturbate, and IS the only way we masturbate if we are caged in chastity. I'll speak honestly here it was during COVID-19, and self-imposed lockdown that I somehow through the pussy training I was doing at the time... that developed the skill of becoming internally wet on my own with just use; ie. meaning my pussy with use gets sopping wet on her own with use, to the point there are beads of liquid on the dildos I use and I've even been known to get frothy. Now I'm no medical anything, but I'm sure it involves my princess spot (prostate) being stimulated so much. I find it hot as fuck! And so do the tops that now use me as a "single gurl".

Next is your comment, "I like that it’s quite small and pink when not in use." There's this horrible urban myth that with too much use a pussy will never close. This is not true, and could only be true if "that use is EXTREME", like say elbow deep fisting every day for lord knows how long, but you'd have to ask a medical professional about that and again I am not one. I think of my/our pussies as being elastic. That they do snap back to being small pink and tight looking even after say two hours of fisting play. Some of course do look used, and I've tweeted about that as well. I find that if our pussies looked like they can take a rut/hard fuck we get rutted/hard fucked more often. Of course there are Dom's/Daddy's/Husband's that get off on the whole whiny---"your dick is way to big for my pussy, please take it out" phenomenon BUT I think more Dom's/Daddies/Husband's want a gurl who demands them to, "give me all that big dick, Daddy. Stretch my cunt out Daddy".

Next is your "I’m often jealous of gurls with big puffy pussy lips" comment. I love this part because you singly voiced what many of us as gurls THINK: "I want my pussy to look like that!" Whether it's a big gaping pussy/cunt... and yes there is a whole conversation and dichotomy about the differences between a pussy and a cunt but that's a different post... to a truly pronounced rosebud that you see after big dildo/fisting use, to these gurls who can take HUGE dildo's or even forearms. I get jealous as all hell, especially with porn stars like Nate Grimes and Devin Franco who take HUGE things up their asses and in all honesty I tend to think of seeing those videos/images as "pussy goals". We're all working to a point where we are truly happy with our pussy achievements and what it can do.

Next to last comment. Readers of my tweets may have noticed a switch over the last two years in how I tweet about being pussy. I started only using the term "pussyboi" as it was, for me, so new to me and I loved how it described me at the time. But my research into Third-Gender ideas I came to realize I wasn't even comfortable calling myself a "boy". For me, I see myself in the role I play both in and out of the bedroom as "the gurl". I'm the submissive 1950's Housewife stereotype in all three of the relationship's I've had. I can count on two hands the number of times I've topped in my 38 years of having gay sex. My first partner/lover/Daddy (Michael) even nicknamed me kitten... I was just 18. I've also since the very first time I went ass up for my first partner/lover/Daddy I'm the type NEVER to touch my junk during sex. He either bobbed or flopped about every time I've had sex. No one ever told me that's what I had to do, but I somehow knew it was what I was SUPPOSED to do. Daddy Michael even said when very close to cumming, "let's breed kitty" and mind you this was 1985!

It was in my research and my figuring out that I am non-binary that I dropped the word boi from "pussyboi" to just "pussy". That term "pussy" just worked and still does. However a very dear friend who lives in Michigan and someone I've NEVER had sex with, although I would love to have sex with, in naughty DM messages called me his "baby girl". Something big time clicked. I do have a fuck buddy I see from time to time who calls me his pussy gurl and for me that works even more. I tend to lean very feminine in nature naturally, my voice is high. I get all the time, "that be $5.95, ma'am please pull up to the first window", and of course the role I play in bed by being ass up, pussy stuffed. I tend to see myself as more gurl anyway. Not that I'm doing surgery or hormone's or anything like that... it's I'm just NOT comfortable seeing myself as "male-identifying" anymore. And there are others just like me... which I find wonderful and supportive to my thinking. I've even taken to calling fucking, cunting instead as it furthers emasculates me and the type of sex I have. For me, it's all about getting my pussy used. Of course not every bottom is a pussyboi, or even thinks of having a pussy, or is even a gurl---although I at times wonder how much of all of that is repressed because being seen as "a feminine gay man or a man who has sex with men" is SO looked down upon.

Last: My husband says it’s pretty. OH my gawd, how sweet. You're a very lucky gurl to have a husband so sweet. It is opinion I think that matters most as he is the one who sees your pussy most, unless your staring at it in a mirror all day <lol>. I think, if it were me, I'd start a very honest conversation with your husband about not only how does he want your pussy to look, but also about how loose he wants you. He may have hidden fisting fantasies for all we know. Ask him to watch, and even set up how often you do your pussy training. Most importantly baby gurl not only give HIM all the pussy he want/needs/desires but give him incredible pussy every time.

I Hear You Breed Bois

Jason came to me surprisingly enough. He had heard I like to breed bois. He told me he had fucked a few dudes. He said he found some gay porn one night and the guys weren't wearing condoms like he normally saw, and then when the top came he didn't pull out to show a cum shot. Just shoved deeper, groaned, and yelled as he dumped his load in this dude's pussy. 

Turns out that super turned Jason on and he now wanted to know what it felt like to have a man shoot his large nut into his pussy.

I told him, "it would hurt at first, and there was no promise he would enjoy it." 

"Would you enjoy it?" 

"Hell yeah, fuck and seed a virgin pussy? You know I will enjoy it."

 "Good, use me then and fill me with ur cum."

 So I did. He wanted me to fuck him missionary. I warned him this makes a dick go deeper up your cunt and he may wanna try riding first. He just said fuck my pussy already Daddy." So I lubed up my cock and his tight virgin and started working my way in while kissing him and twisting a nipple. He groaned into my mouth several times as I kept adding pressure to virgin twat. And then it happened, his cunt gave way and I sank into him. As soon as I did I pulled back my kiss because I know the pain could make him bite down. He yelped and I held myself still in his now twitching and spamming pussy. 

"You need to relax ur cunt." It took some time but he did, the whole time I could feel my cock pulsing pre-cum right into his womb. Once the twitching had died down he seemed to relax for a second and I slid forward more. He spammed again but less so. So I went back to kissing him with his legs wrapped around me. He groaned and I felt him relax a little more, so I started rutting. I could tell it wasn't easy, but when I asked him he just said, "don't stop till u blast ur cum inside my twat".

So I fucked him harder and he started to really relax and enjoy it. He started begging for my load, and his tight virgin pussy was doing a number on me. So much more quickly than I wanted. I shoved as deep as I could and I felt his body tense as I painted his pussy walls with my cum. 

He groaned and said "I can feel it shooting in me, oh God it feels so good" I figured his pussy was gonna be too sore so I rolled over and off him, he then asked if he could ride the next load out of me. I sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. So he got me hard again and sat down on that shaft. He was loving it. And feeling my cum start to drip down my balls from inside his pussy after he road me for a good 15 to 20 minutes I felt my balls pull up again and this time I groaned as I unleashed my seed in his twat. I could tell he was going to be insatiable. 

Coach

Jimmy was stunned to see who his next client turned out to be: Mr. Sharpe, his high school algebra teacher.

"Well, now," Mr. Sharpe smirked. "This is certainly a nice surprise. I was looking to recharge with a nice piece of ass after grading midterms and shit. Never dreamed I'd run into you of all people. Though then again, it's not entirely a surprise to find you working here. I did warn you about the importance of applying yourself, didn't I? Should have listened to me, Jimmy."

He did warn me; why the fuck didn't I listen! Jimmy asked himself. Jimmy never wanted to be working here, in the most notorious brothel in town. He figured he'd end up going to college on a sports scholarship, major in English or some shit, and just play shit by ear. He didn't count on blowing out his knee in his last semester of high school, which killed his chances of playing at college and any hope of a sports scholarship along with it. He'd never taken his studies seriously, so no other scholarships would be coming his way (everyone jokes about there being money for being left-handed, but it's only like fifty bucks, and in any event Jimmy was a righty anyway). And his parents had made clear that he was on his own the day he turned 18. His relationship with them was always strained. Forget about paying for college or cosigning his student loans, they wouldn't even keep letting him live with them once he was legally an adult.

So that left Jimmy with no college prospects, no money, no credit, and no place to stay. His only option was to try and find a job and somehow keep himself fed and housed while he figured out what to do with his life. But no one really wants to hire a high school graduate with lackluster grades, and the ones who did wouldn't pay enough for him to make rent. 

No one except Bert, the proprietor of the Silk Strap, the only brothel in town that catered to clients (no matter how they identified) seeking to fuck guys. Bert liked what he saw from the moment Jimmy showed up, nervously asking if he had any need for someone to clean or serve drinks or something. With that face and that bubble butt, Bert thought, it'd be a waste to let this kid scrub toilets and mix cocktails. He told Jimmy as much, and told him that if he came to work as one of Bert's boys, he could easily make twice as much as any of the other shitty prospects that Jimmy had looked into, and to sweeten the deal, Bert offered to throw in room and board, too.

Jimmy didn't want to be a whore. He didn't. But Bert's offer was way too good to pass up, and he didn't have any better options. For once in his life he seized the opportunity presented to him. Which is how he now found himself naked in front of his old math teacher.

"So, like, should we just talk then?" Jimmy suggested. "This is all awkward enough, I don't want to make it any weirder than it already is."

"Fuck no, I don't want to 'just talk,'" Mr. Sharpe scoffed. "I want what I paid for: a night with the finest piece of ass ever to grace my classroom."

"But ... that's fucked up!" Jimmy protested. "You're my teacher! I'm your student!"

"Were my student," Mr. Sharpe corrected. "You were my student. But you're not anymore. Now, you're just a fucking boy-whore. And tonight, you're all mine, because I paid for you. So stop whining and do your fucking job, before I tell Bert and demand my money back."

Seeing no other choice, Jimmy resignedly began removing Mr. Sharpe's clothes. His eyes widened when the man's cock came into view. Based on how he filled out those khaki pants he tended to favor for work, Jimmy always suspected that Mr. Sharpe was well hung. But he just had no idea. His cock was at already least 8.5 inches long, heavily veined, and as thick as a cucumber. And still growing. 

"Like what you see, slut?" Mr. Sharpe taunted. "Just wait till you feel what it's gonna do to that pussy. Now get on the bed on your knees, bitch, I want you from behind. No need for foreplay shit, I've been nearly rock hard since I walked through that door." Jimmy did as he was told, arching his back as he knew his clients liked, while Mr. Sharpe lubed up his dick and Jimmy's hole using the dispenser sitting on the dresser. He joined Jimmy on the bed and, with basically no preliminaries and without ever stopping, slowly inserted his massive member to the hilt in Jimmy's still tight pussy.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!" Jimmy cried as Mr. Sharpe began the fuck in earnest. Jimmy had pretty much succeeded in learning to enjoy (or at least not mind) taking cock since he began working at the Strap. Even though he had always thought of himself as straight, it was basically an occupational necessity. But this was different. Mr. Sharpe not only had the tool, he had technique, seeking out Jimmy's joy buzzer with laser focus and striking it every time he rammed his big dick home.

"Fuck yeah, boy," Mr. Sharpe cooed, "this pussy's even better than I dreamed it would be. And you'd better believe that I've been dreaming of it--of doing exactly this to it--ever since you arrived in my class. Every time you dragged your jock ass up to the whiteboard, every time you turned your back to me as you left for your next class, I thought of how good it would feel to plow this pussy. And now I can: anytime I want, for the right price. Pretty sure I'll be a regular client of yours from here on out, whore."

"Y'know," he mused, "I really should bring along Coach Watkins next time." Jimmy immediately tensed around Mr. Sharpe's cock and turned back to meet Mr. Sharpe's cruel smirk with a horrified look. "I'm sure your old coach would be eager to see you again and catch up about what you've been up to since."

The Present

Before leaving, Daddy locked your clitty up. Even though he trusted you, he said he didn't want to risk you going into heat with that thing unlocked. He remembered very vividly your last heat, when he got home and you were shamelessly humping on every smooth surface in the house. Of course you whined and complained, but it was more amusing then effective to him

"Hey, I'll leave a little friend for you to play with while I'm gone. And if you behave really well, like the good boy I know you are, I'll give you plenty of love when I return" He said in a husky voice that oozed dominance and power, while he squeezed your ass tight 

You moaned feeling his touch, and your hole twitched anticipating any further touch. Eager to be filled and bred. Your heat was due in a few days and your body was already losing control slightly. You nodded in comply to his order and buried your face on his chest. Sniffing his male scent, trying to keep it in your mind as long as you could, since his trip would last for almost two weeks. It would be a pain to deal with, what if your dick locked. 

He pushed the box in your chest with a huge grin and instructed you to open it. As you unwrapped the paper and begin to notice what it was, your face blushed in all sorts of pinks. You finally understood what the 'little friend' meant, except it was nothing little. 

He chuckled watching your reaction as you took the thing in your hand and squeezed it "I think you'll love it. Make sure to keep that sweet pussy ready for when I get back" 

He slapped your ass hard and turned towards the door. He stopped when he saw you pouting with those puppy eyes. You knew it was a dirty move, but you desperately wanted your Alpha close. He sighed and shook his head, he also knew how to handle you "who is my good boy?"

You stared back at him, he had hit your weak spot. A few seconds passed before you finally gave up and smiled back at him "that's right, now go play with your new toy and take care of the house for Daddy"

He winked at you and you nodded. It would surely be a rough start, but as you first slide the toy up your pussy, you realized how good it would be when you got to taste the real thing again

Pre-dawn Tryst

2 a.m. in the morning and I've got to get out of bed to piss. It's been six months since the wife left in the divorce. Good riddance I say, she never gave it up anyway so what was the point? I've got back to sleeping nude how I like. It's just me and Bobby. He's eighteen this week, Friday actually and today is only Sunday. I get up, not bother dressing because I know he's dead asleep. My erection is bobbing in from of me. All nine cut inches. A bit of pre-cum on the head. Whatever it was I was dreaming must have been awfully damn good. I quietly walk down the hall to the restroom. We live on one of those historic homes in the heart of the historic district of my home town. I'm so quiet as I'm not wanting to disturb Bobby as I'll have to walk by his room to get to the john. As I walk closer to his bedroom door I notice it's open. I'll just close it on my way by.

Once at his door though I peek in. The sheet is covering only his left leg that is slightly bent and his full bubble butt is slightly arched as well as fully exposed. He's stark naked. Sleeps just like me. He's grown up so very fast. He's quite the young man. Then my thoughts turn mischievous and I stand just a foot in his door frame watching him. He's got himself a really nice ass. Nice and firm. Look at how round it is. Damn baby boi has a bubble butt. He shifts a lil in his sleep and his left leg bends more causing his ass to arch up even more. I walk in another step and the moonlight floods the room. There's not a single hair on that ass. Interesting. Wonder if he uses his allowance to wax it. Bobby turns a lil more on on side and his testicles are on display. Well, I'll be goddamned those are hairless too. OK, now. Get a hold of yourself. It just means either he shaves them or gets them waxed as there's not even peach fuzz. 

I walk in another foot and my erection is dripping staring at him and that all to perfect ass of his. He mumbles something in his sleep and I can't make out what he said. Hhmm, wonder what else he waxes or shaves. I walk over to the side of the bed and with his left leg bent so much, all I have to do is grab his left asscheek and gently move it. FUCK, his pussy is hairless. Wait where did that come from? He has an asshole not a pussy. Christ what am I thinking and I know I have to take my hand off of his perfect ass but I simply can't it's so smooth, and firm. Feels to damn good. Christ, ROBERT he's your son. True but it's been six months and here is free and clear, available pussy. I'll just drag my finger over his pussy pucker.  GOD FUCKING DAMN, his asshole is slick! Why is it slick.

I finally remove my hand from his upturned ass and open the bed side nightstand quietly, the bottom drawer. Oh my! Well that explains that. There's a jar of Vaseline with no lid on it. But why? Close the bottom quietly and open the second one quietly. He shifts in his sleep again and his ass is even high in the air. OH SHIT! It's a ten inch dildo with a film of Vaseline on it. Is it from today, or tonight? How often is he using it? I close the drawer and my hand goes back to his ass. Slipping my finger in. I knew it! Vaseline on the inside too! It was tonight! Poor boi has a pussy in heat. God he feels so good, so wet in here. 

"Daddy," he moans in his sleep and it startles me but I know not to move an iota. Even if one finger is buried in his greasy cunt. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," he moans again. 

I know this is a test, somehow. I know he's dreaming of getting dicked. I start sliding my finger in and out of his upturned butt very slowly I'm not wanting to wake him.

"Oh my pussy," Bobby moans. 

Ok, that cements it. My boi, is a pussyboi. Even knows he's pussy. That's an incredible start if you ask me. I add a second finger to his twat. He's moaning his head off fast sleep. That's it! I can't wait any longer. I have to taste that CUNT! Damn he's so sweet tasting, so fucking smooth too.

"WHAT the actual fuck?"

"Bobby! You're awake."

"Yeah and your face is in my pussy, Dad. You care to explain that?"

"Um, well."

"Well, um, what?"

I ignored him and went back to nibbling, chewing, licking, slurping, rubbing my stubble into, sucking on his spit slick twat and all he could do was moan. My tongue dragging just on the outer lips then probing inside, then back to running my tongue on his outer pussy lips; back and forth, back and forth over and over again till he was panting.

"You better be planning on fucking me, Dad."

"Oh I plan on it. Planned on it the second I felt Vaseline in your cunt, baby boi."

"You plan on breeding my pussy Daddy?"

"I breed you, son, then it becomes MY pussy. You do understand that right?"

"Yes, of course I do.

My Bois

Jason just showed up this way. Apparently he had been shaved and trained properly by a previous Daddy. He thought he would like to try and be more Dom for a minute so I told him he could fuck my house boy. He's got a decent dick and good size balls. I figured he would at least make Gabe a little sloppy for me to enjoy later. And I was right. Gabe was yelping and begging for Jason's cum in no time. Quickly followed by a howl as Jason drained his nuts in my boy. 

He then crawled out of the room like this and told me he would much prefer to be my bitch. So after a few licks of his pussy I mounted his cunt. He has obviously had lots of experience taking cock and does it well. But while I was plowing him he called Gabe in and told him to show me what he had done to his twat. So I feasted on Jason's load inside of Gabe's pussy as I long dicking the inside of Jason's cunt till I could take no more. I blasted inside of Jason and he howled again, as he shot his load on the floor. I knew Gabe would clean that up, so when I finally slid free of Jason I simply replaced my cock in his ass with my finger and walked him to the bed. I laid down and he cleaned my cock with his mouth. As he finished Gabe came to lay with us and told me the floor was clean again, he had licked up Jason's load. I laid back with boy on either side of me, each with a head on my shoulder and a leg over mine. Smelling their cum flavored breath, just being happy.

Interview: Scoty... or @FFmehrd on Twitter

So I came across Scoty's Twitter a lil while back, and if I remember right it was a brief clip from a porn clip I was intrigued to say the least and instantly thought of doing an interview for the blog. What follows here is that conversation about being Nullo and I truly hope you enjoy learning as much as I did. You can find Scoty's Only Fans here at justfor.fans/ffmehrd or with Treasure Island Media.

PB: I'll start simply by asking do you just want to use your Twitter handle as your name, but today I ran across what looked like professional porn, and if it was do you want to use your stage name? 

 Scoty: Scoty is fine.

PB: When did you first realize that you were wanting to be nullo, or did it start some other way? Could/would you describe that journey?

Scoty: Even as early as 8-9 years old. I realized something was off about my body. Somehow having male genitalia was wrong and a mistake. The feeling stuck with me all my life.

PB: Not to be intrusive here, but was there possibly thoughts about being the wrong gender or just something  didn't belong? I don't want to say one one thing goes hand in hand with the other; but I'm naive about Nullo feelings versus trans feelings and I certainly don't want to offend.

Scoty: Oh no, I knew I was a boy. Nothing made me think I was meant to be female.

PB: See I was thinking that, but wasn't sure. It was like coming out as non-binary a few months back, and everybody was like well duh, hello you are. But for me it was a big deal, as I was always the sissy boy growing up, knowing my "asshole" was going to be my main sex organ. It wasn't until a little over two years ago I even had heard the word pussyboy and I was like, yup, that's me and all the research into the term and third gender studies Hirschfeld did so long ago. I knew I leaned effeminate but I certainly wasn't meant to be female either.

Scoty: I would tuck even as a child, and when I looked at myself in a mirror I knew not having anything was what I was meant to look like. Of course at the time I didn't know what any of it meant or that it even had a name. I can completely relate to that.

PB: See I did the tucking thing too growing up as well, and not being turned off by the thought of that , now looking back at it at least for now, at least for me, it is what led to chastity cages. I sure there is a range of feelings, responses, attitudes as some who is Nullo. Is there such a thing as nullo pussyboys? Or is that two very separate things?

Scoty: Yeah I hated caging. Seeing the balls still dangling and exposed... gave me such anxiety and stress. Every time I attempted to cage it, it just made things more evident that I wasn't meant to have any of it. Oh I'm def sure that there are Nullo pussyboys... why wouldn't there be?

PB: I wasn't so sure. I mean there is all this talk about our "clitty" being limp, useless, not needed and that our pussies are our only sex organ. I just didn't want to blur two separate things. Like when people assume all bottoms are pussyboys, and they are not. I didn't want to do the same thing with a group I know so little about. As some gay men find the whole "pussyboy phenomenon" a huge turn off, and that we as such play into this whole other turn off for them, which is "effeminacy". Well my attitude has always been you can't be a top without a bottom... hello.. or a bottom  without a top. So I'm sure there is commentary about Nullo's that's horrifying to say the least.

Scoty: Well, yes true. Not all Nullos are pussyboys.

There hasn't been many guys that have vocalized their dislike about my journey to becoming Nullo. But the few that expressed their opinions have been quite surprising. One guy for instance, a total top, every time we played he wanted me blind folded and my junk covered, he wanted to focus on my hole. When I told him, we discussed it and he was completely turned off; and I told him he would never see me again. Totally his loss.

PB: It is totally his loss. I 'm curious if part of what you did was this idea that your hole is your true sex organ, or if becoming Nullo was more about your genitals not belonging on you... or if it was a mix of both?

Scoty: Well at such a young age... and the feeling never changed as I got older that the genitals never belonged. It never felt right. Of course for years I've thought and referred to my hole as a sex organ.

PB: I've thought of my hole as a sex organ too, and when I finally realized there was a word "pussyboi" it all clicked for me. But I'm wondering is that feeling intensified after being Nullo, because then it only about your hole or am I wrong in presuming that?

Scoty: It's all I got now... haha.. so yeah it naturally intensifies.

PB:  A bit of a technical question if I may?

Scoty: Sure.

PB: Ejaculations after this are they a no, or do they take on a different form like full body orgasms?

Scoty: I'm one of the lucky ones, where I've been able to have full body orgasms, or assgasms. Ejaculations and orgasms are differently different now. Men that have dicks, have an explosive climax, an explosive release... I do not, when I cum and I can cum now pretty much constantly while I'm stimulated, it's like a faucet that's been turned on. The look and texture of my cum is also completely different, imagine only pre-cumming.

PB: That has to be hot I would think. I've been able to cum a few times completely hands free and it was vastly different I thought. My assgasms, or as I tend to call them... pussygasms... are incredible and those I live for because they are way more intense, last longer and are oddly hugely more satisfying and you can have multiple ones. But I'm one of the "rare"... or maybe it's not all that rare... ones to only cum without something up my ass.

Scoty: I completely agree.

PB: Question about the surgery, if I may. Was it painful? What was recovery like and do you have to undergo therapy like when having a sex change.. which I think is ludicrous.

Scoty: Well, for surgery I got a nerve block, and of course anesthesia during the six hour long surgeries. The plus though was, I had a beautiful full face from all the ozygen I got... hehe.  The only pain I had from surgery was once the nerve block wore off. That was a painful hour while waiting for pain meds to kick in. I chose to stay on round the clock pain meds... why hurt and suffer when you don't have to. Recovery at home, I really had issues with the Foley catheter... quiet uncomfortable experience for the two weeks I had it. And it was only an issue because of the location of my urethra. I basically sit on my urethra.

Therapy no, though my medical team were all very supportive... extremely supportive... first Nullo, the hospital was a buzz of chatter. No laser hair removal needed for Nullos. So that was a plus. Sorry to finish your question concerning pain and surgery. There was never any pain from the surgery itself. The mind and body have an amazing ability to rework itself. Perhaps it was a life time of hating my genitalia and a combination of pain meds immediately after surgery but it was truly hard to remember the feeling of having it. It's like my mind forgot what it was suppose to feel like.

PB: No you're fine. I like that you went into so much detail about it. I'm sure readers will have more of an understanding like I am getting. So does having this surgery put you and others in the "trans community umbrella" much like non-binary folks or no?

Scoty: Yes. As a Nullo, non-binary individual I do fall under the trans umbrella. But, more focus is put on me being non-binary.. all medical facilities and charting, label me as non-binary along with my chosen pronouns.

PB: That has to be so cool, as I came out as non-binary maybe two months ago and everyone was like, "duh, PB, we all know your the passive partner, and hello, you're a semi-retired professional drag queen, so HELLO!"

Scoty: I love that. I also want to say I loved reading the interview you did with Lucas Daken.

PB: Thank you so much for that. That interview came about because she was the first to list she/he and gender-fluid and still do gay porn. I was fascinated by it at the time, as I myself was struggling with this idea was I myself non-binary/third gender person like the research I was doing at the time. Lucas was a HUGE part of accepting myself as non-binary with a tendency toward effeminacy as I call my sexual parts by feminine names like so many pussyboi's do. This idea of identifying more as a girl than as a boi too, but without surgery or hormones; but I was fully fascinated by what you did because it was something I never heard of, but something that that really left you non-binary much like Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld was writing about before and during World War II.

Scoty: I'm truly happy that you have discovered yourself... wear it like a badge... own it, continue to love yourself for who you are. It's an amazing feeling accepting oneself for who and what they are. Too many of us are ashamed, afraid, and some of that is unpreventable due to family or living situation, etc. And discovering oneself may take a lifetime to do, I know for myself that was/is the case. Surgery was definitely a huge transition in affirming who I am. Who knows what's next... I'm just emerging from my silken cocoon.

PB: That's exactly what it felt like, the coming out of my cocoon and blending/or blurring exactly what is gender for me was what "pushed me over the edge" if you will. That we don't have to present a certain way, or in certain clothes or even our mannerisms. But I feel there is so much education that needs to be done on so many levels for acceptance and I am almost sure that is the case for you you too because I'm pretty sure mass public think, "Oh you CHOSE to do this" when in reality you had to be yourself, and in many ways your doing that just by being your authentic self.

Scoty: Yes I agree 1000% with you on that.

PB: Is there something you would like to say because I haven't thought to ask it?

Scoty: Oh I don’t know, my heart is heavy today, someone dear to me has passed. I guess i would say life is to short, and to live a life of regret or fear would be a shame and a dishonor to oneself. We should all look inside ourselves and see the beauty thats within us. Show the world that beauty, that light. JUST BE YOU.

PB: I am so very, very sorry someone so close has passed.

Scoty: Thank you

PB: What advice would you give others if they are considering doing what you've had done?

Scoty: Well if the person has the means to have the surgery, of course do it ! Free yourself of it. Everyone deserves to be happy with their body. I get asked a lot about my opinion on going to a cutter, and my response is always DON’T DO IT! It has been the best decision I ever made. My only regret was not being able to do it sooner.

In Heat

My husband was so fucking hot. He had surprised me after we had been married a couple weeks by going into heat. We had had hot sex before, but he turned insatiable when his cycles started. He smelled good and could give me an instant erection just by walking into a room. His cycles covered a brief window, and we were both glad he could work from home because I don't think I would trust his horny pussy out in the work world. I loved coming home to find him already on his back on our bed, or the couch, or the floor. Naked, legs up, his beautiful cunt winking at me in hunger. I would strip down as I walked towards him, crawling up between his outstretched legs, to the font of our desire. To worship that tasty pussy.