My Fuck Motel: Cheap Ass Hollywood Fucking, Part Two

Like most travelling business sluts, I try to make every penny invested, in the hotel room. return a dividend in the form of hot sex.  After spending way too many hours trading e-mails and text messages with one Chatty Matty after another, I retired that game around 2 a.m. and went for a couple of hours of sleep before hustling the morning commuter market.  Checkout time was gonna be at 11 a.m.  I did not break my fast, so I would need only a quick clean check and be ready for dick, not wasting valuable time cleaning out.  This strategy did pay off, as I wrote in Part One, a tall professional type nailed my ass around 8 a.m.  I left my door unlocked, my lubed ass was in the air, this dude walked in and he fucked my ass while I never saw his face.  It took 5 minutes, it was great, it was living porn.  His breeding me made me feel like a 'fabulous farm animal,' a quote from one of my favorite movies.

Since being a slut is all about quality AND quantity, and since I still had a couple of hours of room time, I returned to the search.  One guy had texted me about 6 or 7 times while I slept, and while I had written him off as just another Chatty Matty, I decided what the hell...I texted him back.

He was an hour away.  It was morning rush hour.  He was on his way.  Yeah, right.  I kept lookin' online.  But damned if he didn't show up: a not young, not old black dude, lanky, wearing a black cap over his longish hair.  I thought he was OK and liked him right away.

I had been playing around with my IPad, teaching myself how to record myself, and I jury-rigged a setup with the IPad on a table, braced up so we'd get a good view of the bed.  I sucked on this dude's dick: it was plump and slightly curved, not all that big to start but we got him to a nice kingsize, and he liked to move around so he was able to eat my ass while I worked on his joystick...being a 5-6 bottom with a much taller top allows for a lot of sex options.  This dude really loved eating ass...he had me twisted like a pretzel while his tongue probed my sweaty manhole while I did my best to push out tall guy's cum.  I just hope I don't fart too loud.  Well, I didn't fart...it was more of a wet squish and a load of poz cum oozed out of my hole.  This was too much for black daddy.  He turned me around and got me doggy style and then fucked that slutty hole for a rammin' five minutes before he shot his load.  Too bad, he pulled out first, blew his wad over my back, smeared it back on my hole, and then shoved his dick back in and dug deep.  I was gettin' pretty vocal with my racialist toilet talk, and he seemed to like that.  It was an almost perfect fuck.  Almost...because he pulled out rather than flood my mancunt with his seed, and...almost...because he's neg...and almost...because he won't let me post the raunchy video that was recorded because he was smokin' shit throughout.  So now I have this hot video which needs editing because it's too long to send via e-mail, but I'm working on that, at least for now it'll just have to be my own private video until this top no longer gives a shit and doesn't care if I post it here or on xtube, which is what a really would like.  If anybody out there wants to do a video, we can talk about that. 

The best part of this Fuck Motel experience is that I've found the perfect place in Hollywood and I'll be coming back again for sure.  And no, it's NOT the Dunes. 

Fisting a Poz Businessman in the Afternoon

I'm guessing that travelling salesmen have earned their place in the American sexual consciousness through the simplest of ways...by being available. These guys have also been characterized in various media, like books...movies, certainly...as being unattached in a new town...horny as hell...and an easy hookup...good for a quick suck, fuck...and then never seen again. True, maybe, unless you're part of the fisting brotherhood. A good fist is hard to find. Once found, a bottom can only want more of it. I think I connected with this traveler through Asspig. Yeah, Asspig.com. A hot bottom taking fist at a local Holiday Inn, obviously a business guest and posting in the middle of the afternoon. You know, you just can't decide you want to get fisted. Being a fisting bottom requires preparation, and sometimes preparation becomes a long and involved process; of course I'm writing about cleaning out. So when a man goes through the effort of cleaning out for taking fist, he doesn't want to let all that go to waste. So you post on Asspig and hope for the best. When I'm feeling up to fisting, I'll post on Asspig; but most of the time the avaiable bottoms are in Keokuk, Iowa or Binghampton, New York and here I am in San Francisco. But occasionally, things do work out. Imagine my delight to find a travelling businessman holed up in the Holiday Inn, conveniently just off Market St. and ready to go for RIGHT NOW. And oh, by the way, it's about two in the afternoon. It takes me a while to park my car in a safe (read meter maids, not break-ins) spot and take the street car to the Holiday Inn, but once there, we enjoyed a great session; he knows what he's doing, he's experienced and testing his limits, he wants me to probe more, he has fine interior buttchitecture. What's not to like? We give him a good time and he's appreciative since he's had at least one flake already, and a third guy does show up but he's not as commanding as I am and soon leaves, feeling a bit like a third wheel, so he never gets that guy's fist. I call the session out after about 90 mins., that's long enough for a break, but this guy is expecting somebody else later so I bid my leave, and hope I'm leaving him in good hands. Postscript: We buddylist each other and hope to meet up in his home town, a few hundred miles down the coast...I'll be there in April and hope to report on another great meeting. He gave me his Barebackrt handle and I checked him out, and he's poz...something we didn't discuss before I barefisted him. So much the better...travelling salesmen can sometimes be seen again.