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If you are a theater slut, or otherwise a very promiscuous lady, and would like to tell your story to the world, contact me at suziequezie42001@yahoo.com and let's do an email interview.

All dolled up and nowhere to go

Did a new "smoky eyes" makeup scheme yesterday and dressed en femme to see how it went with my look.
Not bad, not bad at all.
Of course, when I dress en femme, I just start getting horny. After months of doing nothing, I decided to do something.
I looked up gay bars on Google. Found one downtown. Called a cab. Went there. Got out. Cab left. Only then did I notice the bar was locked.
Stuck downtown, a man dressed like a hooker. No phone. I walked three blocks to stand on a corner to hail a cab. Just hoping the cops don't stop. Don't need my name placed on any police report for soliciting. Someone at my work WOULD notice.
Stood there an hour. Finally moved up a block and over to the next block where there was a bench beside a park. After a few minutes, noticed there were two cabs parked across the park from me.
Got in a cab. Driver didn't bat an eyelash. In fact, he thought I was one of the transvestites who work across the river in Mexico just getting off work. Maybe I didn't have anything to worry about after all.
Made me want to go to boy's town and check out my sisters. Maybe I will.

Chapter One of my new novel

Following is the first chapter of my new novel, "The Scandal at Scanty Panties."
It's a humorous murder mystery set in San Francisco in the M2F crossdressing community.
I know that's not everyone's cup of tea, but face it, I'm a crossdresser myself. Hey, sex is sex! LOL!

The Scandal at Scanty Panties

By Suzie Quezie

Chapter One: Priscilla Passion

Carrie was all the way up my ass and working like a pump jack when one of the most gorgeous creatures I’d ever seen opened the street door.

I looked up from where I was sprawled tits first across the top of Carrie’s reception desk. The lovely at the door spotted us – how could she not? – and raised a perfectly-plucked eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t seem perturbed.

“Is this a bad time?” she asked, partially closing the door behind her, no doubt to shield the scene inside our office from passersby on the street.

“Unnh – No! – unnh!” I grunted. “It’s – unnh – fine. We’ll be done here in just a sec, I’m sure. Unnh!”

The newcomer stepped inside the office, fully closing the door behind her, and found a seat. She was this close to passing – if men just didn’t have Adam’s apples! My friends tell me I make a good-looking girl, but this interloper had me beat all hollow.

She sat, her short skirt riding up the grandest set of legs I’d ever seen. I was fairly stiff from Carrie’s attentions, but the sight of those legs – sheathed in sheer stockings – made me even stiffer; sent me over the top, in fact. I spunked all over the top of Carrie’s desk.

Just then, Carrie came inside of me.

“Oh, god, girl!” she exclaimed. “Oh my fucking god!”

Carrie’s ten inches made a plopping sound as she withdrew. I could feel her cum oozing out of me.

Carrie stepped back to pull up her thong and tuck and I reached for tissues from a dispenser on top of her desk to mop up my own goo. Carrie left for the lounge, no doubt to pour a cup of chamomile for our guest.

“Hi,” I said to Miss Lovely. “I’m Dominique Devalier, but call me Nikki. And you are?...”

“Priscilla Passion,” she answered.

Priscilla Passion. Just a short time before I had taken a voice mail from my business partner, Vela, telling me that a lady named Priscilla Passion was headed my way and to be “triple nice” to her.

Triple nice? People who were very important to Vela only rated double nice. This Priscilla Passion must be very special, indeed!

In addition to being my partner, Vela also is the advertising representative for Glory! I’m a Girl Magazine and consultant to about half the gay-owned businesses in the district. She’ll sell you an insurance policy or a new car, book you into the five-star hotel of your choice in Lahore, and manage your stock portfolio. Where she gets time for all that AND a sex life, I’ll never know.

“Vela called me about you,” I said as I threw the used tissues into the waste basket next to Carrie’s desk, then stooped down to draw my panties up my legs and adjust the rest of me.

That reminded me of my manners.

“I hope you weren’t offended by our little afternoon tryst,” I said, somewhat apologetically. “We here at Glory! I’m a Girl Magazine believe in open sexuality. We believe it confers physical, mental, emotional and spiritual benefits that are just unavailable when you try to block your natural feelings. Besides, when Carrie gets a case of the mid-afternoon hornies, she’s useless as a receptionist until she gets her rocks off.”

“Oh, foo,” Carrie pouted as she returned with the tea and set it in front of Priscilla. “You wanted it as much as I did, you slut.”

“That’s true,” I admitted. “I’m horny all the time. But you see my point, I hope, Priscilla. People just aren’t at their best when they’re frustrated. So it’s company policy to frustrate the frustrations.”

“Actually,” Priscilla answered, “that’s more or less why I’m here. I’m in the frustration-blocking business myself.” Priscilla took a sheaf of papers from her handbag – a super-yummy Michael Kors – and laid the pages out on Carrie’s desk. They didn’t stick, thank goodness.

“I just signed a contract with Vela for a year’s run of display ads in Glory! I’m a Girl for an on-premises club for crossdressers I’m opening. Vela thought the grand opening this Friday would make a good spread for the magazine. I’m calling the place Cilla’s Scanty Panties.”

So that was it. Vela has eyes for only two things: cock and money. I don’t know which one rates higher in her estimation, but whatever does, it’s probably green. Vela thought it would be good business to sweeten a terrific ad contract with a little free publicity.

I’m not against featuring playpens in the magazine; it’s just that in San Francisco, there have been so many sex clubs that have opened to great fanfare, only to disappear within three months. It takes a special kind of person to make one of those things go. Especially in the crossdressing community.

But Vela is no dummy. She wouldn’t have thrown Priscilla Passion my way unless she thought the woman had what it takes.

So we went into my office to talk about it. While we sized each other up, I told her about Glory! I’m a Girl. We serve the crossdressing community – not the transsexuals, they have their own – oh, I almost said “organs,” but I managed to say “media” instead.

We serve the entire CD community, I told Cilla, not just the sluts. There are boys who just like to spend the day dressed as June Cleaver and clean house. Then there are those who just like to hang out in wedding dresses. There are those who want to dress in leather lingerie and be whipped. There are those looking for true love with a straight guy and those just looking for a straight lay. We cater to them all.

Like any good general interest magazine, we have our departments: cosmetics, fashion, reviews, and recipes (those are for Mrs. Cleaver). Of course, we do have sexy features,  and a nude centerfold.

I paid closer attention to Cilla as she told me about her dream project, Scanty Panties. It was to be an upscale party house in a former mansion only minutes from the district. It was to be for crossdressers only – no guys whatever. “There’s nothing I like better than a huge, girl-on-girl orgy,” Priscilla confided.

“We’re all lesbians under the skin,” I agreed.

After the grand opening, the place would be open weekends only to girls who could afford a stiff, yearly membership fee. Cilla would manage the place personally.

Once she got those details out of the way, Cilla began to talk about herself. She’d started dressing in her sister’s castoff panties when she was only six years old. “Even back then, I felt God had made a mistake with me,” she told me. As she grew older, she’d hoard pennies in order to buy her own panties. By the time she was in high school – this was in Ohio – she’d put together a secret wardrobe that would rival Christina Aguilera’s. By the time she entered The University of Texas, she was a full-time CD and her sexuality was in full bloom, too.

“I balled so many football players back then I could have been elected homecoming queen,” she said.

I examined Cilla closely as she spoke. Her face had exquisite bone structure, and she shaped it subtly with a skillful use of cosmetics. Her blond, wavy hair – it was her own, not a wig -- was swept back across her skull and extended to her hips. She was dressed as a business woman, naturally, but there are gradations of that look and her style only emphasized the sexy woman underneath the clothes.

By the time Cilla stopped talking, I was in love. She had brains, she had beauty, she had a sex drive to match my own. To top all that off, I was convinced  I saw attraction in her violet eyes.

I not only agreed to feature Scanty Panties in our next issue, I offered Cilla the centerfold and the cover.

Wanna talk about it?

Just a reminder, I'm always looking for extreme sluts, especially of the adult theater variety, to interview for Too Sexy For Words.
Our first interviewee, superslut Daisy Train from Portland, was very happy with her three-part interview.
I'd also like to hear from any M2F crossdressing sluts!
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Good one

I had to share this tweet with you from Daisy Train:

MsDaisyTrain kudos to the stranger that I blew, in public, took pics with my camera and came in my mouth while I was talking on the phone!

My kinda gal!

Public Disgrace

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Especially for anal freaks

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Public Disgrace

Ooooh, why couldn't it have been me instead?

http://www.publicdisgrace.com/site/shoot/11149-Air-Tight.html

Another report from Daisy Train

While we were exchanging emails, Daisy Train still wasn't too busy for a little field work. Here's her report of her visit to an upscale swinger's club in Portland:

A Cumslut's Journal: Club Sesso

I thought I could sneak into Portland last weekend to see Master L and go to Club Sesso with some friends and my husband.  All was fine until a young man sidled up to me while I was putting my clothes back on.  He had been watching me have a threesome in the couples lounge with my husband and a man we picked up at the club and I was fastening my garters when he sat down next to me.  "I saw you at the Paris" Shoot!  I confess dear perverts in this yahoo group that not all of my friends know that I have a dirty fetish for fucking and sucking all the patrons in an adult theater.  And a few of the folks with me at Sesso were these friends!  So I pretended that perhaps he was mistaken, I suggested that it might have been someone that looks like me.  Are you laughing while reading this?  Because I'm laughing at myself now while writing it!  (I'll post a couple of pics of what I wore to the club that night.)  He looks at the collar around my neck and says "No it was you, I could never forget.  My wife and I saw you, your Master hand you on a leash."  Okay, busted.  Fortunately this young man was very sweet and discreet.  He approached me quietly and spoke to me privately and I really appreciate that.  I explained that I required discretion around my friends.  He was very respectful and understood.  Then he whispered "I want to fuck you Daisy" to which I replied "of course, but it would have to be right here right now".  He looked at his wife on the other side of the lounge, she waved shyly.  Well it was not to happen for him that night, perhaps another time my discreet friend…

Now that my secret visit to Portland is out I'll tell you that I had a fabulous time visiting Portland.  We rented a vacation home and all stayed together in a gorgeous four bedroom house in Tualatin.  To my great disappointment Master L was called to work extra at the last minute and was not able to join us.  He did however send a darling slut as a present to my husband!  She arrived dressed in a slinky short dress, stockings and garters, a girl after my own heart.  She was just about the coolest present; we all adored her instantly and kept her with us the entire weekend.  My husband sends his warmest regards and thanks for the awesome present, Master L!

We all went to Club Sesso on Saturday night.  I have varied tastes, while I love the dark seediness of the Paris as it speaks to my dirtiest cravings.  I also really enjoy a beautiful upscale night club like Club Sesso.  There is an appeal to meeting shy couples, new to the lifestyle and enticing them to show off and participate in public displays of lustful abandon.  One couple we got to the orgy bed.  The wife and my girlfriend enjoyed a hot bi experience while being fondled and molested by others at the same time.  Our group was spanking and paddling, fingering, sucking and all in front of a crowd.   We are all whores for the attention and there was no shortage of that at the orgy bar at Club Sesso!

I also met three fun sexy single men to play with.  I like taking men into the couple's lounge, it's easier to find a bed in there sometimes than the private rooms and I like the voyeuristic quality.  The first man loved getting blown.  When I would pull away he would grab my head and shove his cock back in.  I finally fucked him riding on top of his dick.  I looked to my right where a handsome man with a shaved head was being sucked and our eyes met.  I was so turned on seeing him watch me fuck I peaked and out came a gush of cum on my guy's dick.  Feeling the warm flood of my cum on him sent him over the edge and he exploded into his condom growling and groaning.  Very Hot! 

The second man was a threesome with my husband it was awesome having them both fuck me at the same time.  This was also in the couple's lounge with onlookers. 

And the third was a real piece of candy; tall and handsome with glasses and an almost formal demeanor… a sexy nerd.  He had a delicious thick cock too to finish the night off on.  We started with a shower together.  Sesso has fabulous showers; this was the large one that could easily accommodate several people.  He got in first and turned on all three shower heads, steaming water shooting everywhere.  We soaped up, kissing and fondling our naked bodies.  His cock grew hard until it stuck out as stiff as a coat rack.  I dropped to my knees and sucked on it.  I sucked his cock, desperately wanting it in my throat.  I thought it might be too thick to fit, but I opened up as much as I could and felt his head push past the hump and into my throat gagging me.  After our shower we went into the couple's lounge and chose a bed in the corner.  He indicated he wanted me to lay back and open my legs.  He licked and slurped on my cunt with skill.  I warned him that I sometimes squirt when I orgasm and he just smiled between my legs.  He brought me to a delicious climax with his tongue and true to my word my cum squirted out onto his chin and neck.  Then he laid back and pulled me down on top of him, his rod so hard pointing straight up was easy and fun to bounce up and down on.  He finished off fucking me from behind and giving the back of my cunt a rough pounding.  We cuddled briefly afterwards kissing. It was a treat to have a good kisser, I sure love to smooch.  I would happily hook up with him again another time.

So perhaps next time I "sneak" to Portland for some fun I'll drop a hint here to my group, might be fun to "bump into each other"!

Hot, huh? I wish I were Daisy Train!

More of the blond and her friends

Hey, gang, while I'm lining up the next slut interview, why not amuse yourself with this pair of amateur pornos:

http://www.empflix.com/view.php?id=82981

http://www.empflix.com/view.php?id=81419

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Daisy Train Speaks! Part Three

Here's the last part of my interview with Daisy Train, supercumslut of Portland. It's the hottest yet!

SUZIE: You said you want to push the envelope in your sex life. Where do you want to go that you haven't already?

DAISY:

It's not that I have a specific sexual activity in mind that I haven't tried.  I'm sure I will be called upon to do something extreme that will push my limits.  Except for a short video on my yahoo group I have not done any pornography and that is something I have considered.  Another fun thing I'd like to do is travel and visit countries where prostitution is legal.  It would be awesome to have our vacation paid for with my cunt!  Talk about getting paid for doing what you love to do! 
I have other fantasies, not really pushing my limits, but would be really fun to do.  Like go with Master to a card game.  I would wear nothing but garters, stockings and heels and serve snacks and drinks this way.  Master could use me as collateral for the game.  I service the winner of the poker hand.  Or I could be under the card table sucking cocks...  Another similar theme would be to entertain the men during the commercials when they get together to watch a football game.  I love the thought of being used for nothing more than a cumdump or release for these men hanging out together.

Oh!  I know.  Bare back gang bang.  I want cum.  I want my ass and pussy filled with cum.  I don't play this way of course, I use condoms for play.  With the very few men that I fuck bare back I cherish their cum, I try to hold it in and keep it with me for as long as I can.  I have looked into possibly requiring IDs and documentation showing full std testing results.  This might be a possibility.  If I did a bare back event that would push the envelope.  But for now being filled with the cum of a dozen men happens only in my fantasies.

 

SUZIE: In as much or as little detail as you life, describe that last visit to the Paris. Maybe start out with dressing for the event, Master picking you up, etc.

 

DAISY: I have already written about that in a journal located on my yahoo group and will add a reprint here.  You mentioned getting ready, Master chose a seedy downtown motel, it was old and grubby but clean.  It was in keeping with the dirty plans for the evening.  Before getting ready to go to the Paris I was used.  I am not at liberty to write about the private event, but it was very degrading in a sexy dirty way.  After the event I changed into evening clothes.  The contrast of me in my cocktail dress, pretty stockings and heels waiting in the shabby motel room while Master wrote on my breasts.  He wrote "cumslut" across my right breast and I liked it so much I thought it looked classier to stop there and not cover me elsewhere with more words.  Master chuckled and indulged me in my whim.  Pretty funny, huh?  The slut thinks she looks classy with "cumslut" written on her.  Here is a reprint of that journal entry:

A Cumslut's Journal 

The Theatre Paris with Master L

Yay!  I'm here with Master L at the Paris; I'm so excited and ready.  No, I guess I'm not ready because Master leads me straight into the restroom to get ready… the men's restroom.  Someone is in there, they say hello and leave.  I love theater patrons; they act like nothing is strange about a slut and her Master in the men's room, hahaha!

He grabs me by my collar and slaps my face a few times; okay I'm focused now on him! He puts his face close to mine, looking at me and softly speaks to me, tells me what I will do and how I will behave. A couple more slaps to remind me what I am (or maybe just for fun!).  "Click" he attaches the chain leash to my collar and I'm so wet my thighs are slippery from my juicy aroused cunt.  I had already been fucked by some men at the hotel and was warmed up and ready to play.

Master leads me into the theater and directly into the chained off couple's section where we take a seat on the sofa in back and I look out into the theater.  Men are gathered around the rail, 30? Maybe more?? I take a moment to breathe in the smell… the scent of men.  I smell cologne, soap, musk, sweat and semen.  Master has me stand up and look at the men, standing patiently, hard dicks in many of their hands.  Wonderful!  Nothing more arousing than men with their cocks out and hard, looking intently at me.  I make eye contact with several of them… they want me!  And I want them!  "Introduce yourself", Master directs me.  I would describe myself as a confident outgoing woman and now I'm suddenly shy. "Hello, I'm Daisy" I say.

"Hello Daisy!!" comes a chorus of men's voices!  I have an urge to giggle. But then Master takes out my breasts and proceeds to slap them, I wonder if that's hot for the men to watch.  I think it is by the looks on their faces.  He says to them "Do you want to feel?" and within moments there are hands all over my body, some gentle caresses, some rough and pinching.  I feel hands move up my skirt… teeth on a nipple… fingers in my cunt.  I know the first orgasm is close, it's like I've been holding it ready to explode since I came through the door.  I announce that I'm going to cum, forgetting to ask for permission I peak and feel the warm rush of my cum splash out between my legs and onto the floor.

Much of that night is a blur, like a dream it's no longer linear.  I loved being fucked in the ass.  Hard and deep, several men in a row fucked my ass until my cunt ached for some attention too.  So many cocks in my mouth, I opened my throat to them, offering up my submissive mouth.  I feel a cock pressing at the back of my throat and I open my throat as wide as I can to wellcum the cock in.  I feel it push over the hump and down into my tight throat.  The cock blocks my wind and breath is denied to me for as long as the cock is down my throat.  I feel the thrill of not being able to breathe.  This is erotic to me and a huge turn on!  Cum fills my mouth, shoots on my face and tits.  Master gives me a bowl with a lid.  I harvest the cum, one after another into the bowl and I lick and suck out the last few drops of each cock.  Do they know how much I appreciate their cum?  How each man that steps forward offering up his semen for me to enjoy and how when their dick is in my mouth I like to look up into their face and see the expression there, feel the connection raw and animalistic. They allow my hands to wander around their bodies, feeling their ass, belly and chest with my hands under their clothes.  We connect on a base level that doesn't need anything more than sharing that sexual urge and pleasure.  I want to please them all and I hope that no one went home thinking that they wanted me and didn't get to partake. 

That night I took 40 to 50 loads (we lost count) I took them in me and on me and at me.  I licked spilled cum off the vinyl bench I was being fucked on and licked it from my lips.  I was made to mop up my own cum with my hair and face.  I left the Theater Paris sticky with drying cum, make-up smeared, hair flying around my face and my clothes splattered with jism and soaked with my own cum and sweat.

I did everything my Master told me to that night, and he was so generous to me in return, I so hope he takes me to the theater again soon. 

Daisy Train Speaks! Part Two

Here's part two of my interview with real-life theater slut Daisy Train.

SUZIE: How many guys have you fucked at one time?

DAISY: How many… I wish I knew.  There was a weekend where I was told the count for 24 hours was 44.  My last adventure at the Paris somewhere between 40 and 50.  I’ve added a clicker-counter to my Amazon wish list!

SUZIE: Do you do women separately from men, and how does a slut satisfy a woman?

DAISY: I get asked this a lot.  I’m not actually bisexual.  I am however very bi-friendly!  I have enjoyed women a few times in certain situations where the chemistry and the group were very hot and fun.  And I would of course service a woman were it required of me by Master.

SUZIE: You say you've always been a slut. How so? Have you slutted during your marriage?

DAISY: I’ve always been a slut, yes.  I am grateful for the way I was raised, that had a lot to do with my non-judgmental uninhibited nature.  I discovered that I liked the feeling of a cock inside me when I was 16 years old.  He was an older man and a gentle and caring lover.  But within a few months my curiosity about other cocks compelled me to break up with my older boyfriend and explore others.  I was not very interested in high school boys and didn’t really think the other high school girls would understand my cravings.  Just one really knew half of it. 

Some of my sexual encounters were pretty seedy… I went to night clubs, and got in because I looked old for my age.  I liked flirting with the band and would do drugs with them, blow them and fuck them.  I got into the back of a truck once because a group of college boys whistled at me and said they were on their way to a party.  They had a keg of beer in the back of the truck.  I wasn’t much of a drinker then either, but I liked the idea of a group of college guys drinking beer and hopefully fucking me.  It was a pool party at a big house.  I didn’t have a bathing suit and so went in the pool in my bra and panties… they were pretty see-through when wet.  The boys were a bit awkward and it seemed it might be a while before one of them actually tried anything with me.  Except this one.  He had intense eyes, dark wavy hair and an athletic body.  His gaze held mine from the other side of the pool.  He watched me the whole time but never came over and talked to me.  It got to the point of being creepy.  Creepy turns me on.  After a while I gave up trying to get something going and arranged a ride home.  I asked the hostess of the party to use her shower before I left.  I was in the shower, soaping up and enjoying myself when someone else came into the bathroom. “Hello?” I said “Who’s there?”  no answer.  I could hear a rustle of clothes and then the shower door opened and there was handsome creepy man.  His eyes were hypnotic.  I said nothing, he said nothing, he roughly turned me around and pushed my face against the tile wall and with his other hand pulled my hips so that my ass was against his hard dick.  He entered me and fucked me fast and hard.  I was moaning and grunting and he covered my mouth to quiet me.  When he was done he got out of the shower, put on his clothes and left.  I never saw him again.  So fucking hot.  I wanted this kind of thing all the time!

These kind of encounters were not unusual for me, but only when I was single.  When I married I was monogamous.  I was still a slut, just not active.  I didn’t slut around again until a few years ago when my husband and I began to explore an open marriage.  When I hit my 40’s my sex drive increased ten-fold.  Many middle aged women will attest to this phenomenon!  The cravings are so much stronger now, the orgasms more frequent and intense and to be a slut at my age with security and confidence is liberating.  Having an experienced slut Master and supportive husband has allowed me to take slutting to an extreme level.  And I am not complacent; I intend to push the envelope and try new things.

Daisy Train Speaks! Part One

SUZIE: We're here with real-life slut Daisy Train, a 40-something MILF who loves to fuck! She is a regular on the Portland, Oregon theater gang bang circuit.

First question: What's it like being a cumslut?

DAISY: Firstly I have to say that I love what I do and recently I’ve taken my  sluthood to a new level.

My life is exciting everyday being a cumslut.  Like many in this lifestyle I lead a dual life.  I have a family and a day job and friends in the small local community where I live.  I’d like to say that I just look like a mom and a nice lady were you to bump into me at the grocery store, but lately I’ve found that the sexually charged nature of my lifestyle is spilling over into my everyday life.  It’s not that I dress or look different than before, but something more subtle and elusive in my demeanor I suppose.  I receive looks of appreciation, winks, flirts and occasional advances.  I wonder if I had this attention always and simply never noticed or paid attention or is this something new. 

I am very private about my home life but I will say this, I am married and very in love with my husband.  He is my best friend, he knows about everything I do, is very protective of me and is one of my biggest fans.   

I think what makes my lifestyle so exciting is that I don’t play the part of a slut for a scene or act like a lady in public; I AM a slut and I AM a lady.  I adore men and crave their cocks, their attention and their cum.  All the time.  I am a true slut, I am not looking for the good looks, pretty face or six-pack abs. Truly I love to please men of all sizes, shapes, races.  Sure I have preferences in my lovers, but as a slut I just want to fuck and suck men.   I announce my only limits for play as 1. No drunks (or high on drugs) 2. No unwashed men. 3. No mean people.

SUZIE: How'd you get into this lifestyle?

DAISY: Hmm. Well I’ve always been a slut, but as to getting into being a slut on a large scale (taking on all the patrons in an adult theater) that is something very recent.

About a year ago a close friend wrote an erotic fantasy of something she wanted to do for me and it was a story of taking me to the Theater Paris, blind folding me and allowing the men there watching the porn movies to use me for their enjoyment and release.  I am naive and had not known that that was something that was done!  I knew there were adult theaters where men and women might masturbate while watching porn or even discreetly play with each other.  But because I don’t watch a lot of porn during sex it never appealed to me to go to an adult theater.  I had no idea that I could go and publicly offer myself up to be used!  Divine!!   And since that point I have craved and fantasized about doing this.  I have now done this three times and it is hands down my favorite sexual activity.  I also enjoy private gang bangs and group sex with men and women.  My other very favorite sex is with Master after being used hard by many other men.  It is very gratifying when I please him and he is proud of me.  That I reflect well on him and receive his praise.