Social Porn

I don’t know how I got into the ambulance in the first place but I snapped to attention when the paramedic rubbed her breasts all over my face, pushing me between her bosoms and into her cleavage, popping out a perfect oblong breast and proffering me a nipple to swathe and swaddle with my hungry mouth. I must have crashed badly because I was on a stretcher and couldn’t move very easily. There were tubes everywhere and I thought it could be worse if I had the flesh candy aureole in my mouth, moaning as she intensified her ministrations, smothering me with her tits, reaching down between my legs to play with my phallus. I was just starting to get hard when the door to the ambulance opened and a woman in uniform got into the back, adjusting herself as the vehicle lurched into motion and I had to steady myself and hold onto the lady-cop whose pants had descended to the floor, quickly followed by her panties. She has been working all day and as soon as I smelled her redolence my dick became fully flared, juicy in her hand and potent in her mouth as she stretched herself so I could lodge my face between her legs, my fingers caressing her vulva, pulling the lips open and giving her a wet kiss on her clitoris. She moaned and slurped my cock and I realized she wasn’t supposed to be doing this so it wouldn’t last long, my tongue darting into her asshole, the fleeting musk turning my taste into ambrosia, her anus smells like her vagina and her vagina smells like paradise, flowers and fruit, it is a particle accelerator and it’s own form of gravity, maybe not but I was rapt in the consecration of devotion to the Goddess hole, her man in the boat slippery in my mouth of worship and ardor, sucking the pearl until she squirted into my mouth, giving me the privilege of coming in her mouth while I had the smell of her pussy all over my face, buried in her nethers while she finished fellating me and, oddly enough, we arrived at the freight bay of the hospital somewhere. I don’t know what happened except for something about being chased by stalkers and I got upset and turned into a human missile on my skateboard and somehow hit a cop car on the way down, lucky to be alive, blah blah blah okay wait, we are in the hospital and I have to refract so I can continue to perform. I don’t know if they understand male refraction (the turnaround time between orgasms) but for some reason I was able to get hard again, my penis strategically placed so the nurses station could see me and a variety of hands and mouths kept me aloft and erect over a lengthy period of time where they debated my fate, given that they thought it was a suicide attempt that required confinement as a result. They also wanted to commence with what they called training and I’m guessing it’s slut training or how to turn a slut into a whore (in case there was any question of why that is necessary) to relieve the tension of the clinicians, nurses other staff and some patients that are qualified to receive “medical release”, the specific health parameter that states that the orgasm gap is an undermining factor for women and it needs to be addressed. In the meantime, as I was squirming a little bit, hoping my tumescence would remain unseen by anyone but the intended audience for the social porn that was unfolding in the purview of my imaginary remove from the mainspring of deeply ingrained social suppression, not unlike what women face in the male gaze or the unwanted advances of a seemingly endless cohort of men who remain unimpressed with the notion of feminine arousal in it’s natural form, aromatic or not.

They came to do blood work on me, putting me behind a curtain and promptly opening my pants to share my penis with one another, lowering their muffs onto my face as the other one licked my scrotum and asshole, moaning as I stroked the top of her head, the pussy in my mouth sopping and sodden, the clit pulsing and the enforced silence curving into a more requisite form of secrecy that wasn’t anything because a colleague wandered thru and said “nice” when she saw my tongue go into the middle aged nurse’s asshole, pushing deep into her beautiful flesh candy rose bud, swathing her pussy with my tongue until I was bathing in her scent, something that drove the angular nurse bananas, to the point she stretched her body in front of me, posing gently and proffering her bosom, twirling girlishly and then palming me a condom for us to go into the private room to hump, the excitement between us was beautiful abandon, contagious and copacetic or courteous, it’s hard to think of being rude to someone when you are licking their clitoris, the only organ on the body devoted solely to pleasure. And how do we treat it? We barely mention the clitoris and instead we focus on the betrayal of the feminine estate, a mythos of patriarchy that needs cessation as an operative and notional influence on the discourse and the state of being possible for women to inhabit safely or at least, to the utmost of their discretion.

We sucked and fucked until we were interrupted by a woman with resonant brown skin, telling me that I was homeless (not true) and getting my name wrong. The nurse, naked in my arms and keen to rebel in front of her supervisor, had me lick her anus while she talked to the boss, an involuntary groan emerging from my mouth as the nurse explained that I had multifarious skills, including pegging, something that she says she can imagine as being something like:

A mother, daughter and step-daughter engaged my services to peg me and then possibly to finish them if they felt that they were turned on by something that one of them had said is literally “the hottest thing you can do”, the sensation of penetrating a man with an artifact of sensuality, a magic rabbit perhaps or a long straight bone as stand in for phallus, with or without a strap-on attachment. They saw the ad in the classifieds and they knew from word of mouth that I was hot and so they went for it, adhering to my maxim that they had to lick it before they stick it; I’m on my hands and knees, sunken down with my posterior in the air, the women thrumming and gesticulating as the oldest one, hair dyed blond with highlights of distinguished silver, sliding her digit into my cute little bud and letting it sit as I tried to relax into their efforts to stretch my hole prior to entering me in quick succession. I was feeling so aroused by the attention and I ventured that we could make everyone happy if thy went around in a circle, with someone fucking me from behind while I licked their friend’s Goddess hole and sucked their clit, all of them are shaved bald except for a peach trail of hair along her perenium and into her bum hole that I voraciously inhaled, giving them the sweetest licks and most definite assumption of love thru my tongue even as they pushed deeper into my rectum with their lady-cocks, the clit in my mouth offseting any discomfort I might have felt.

I don’t sell my penis, she explained as we continued to hump on the bed. It’s not that special for one (except it feels really good right now, it’s just not notionally a standout) and for another, women benefit from oral sex in ways that they don’t benefit from penetration. Much different orgasm and a lot of people need variety in order to be happy. Sometimes people just need something outside the relationship to satisfy their needs and also to avoid “relationship cost” in the sense that complicated partnerships and sex aren’t always complimentary and suppressing or stuffing your emotions around sexuality can turn toxic in a hurry, leaving everyone feeling wounded and hurt in light of the (necessary?) abdication from emotional veracity. This is to say, your feelings carry the truth.

When I’m not in the hospital (working!) I have a client who is special insofar as she has a body type that is not commonplace and has a health concern as a result of her uncommon shape and girth. I adore this person because she is so matter of fact about things, and genuinely appreciates what I do for her, paying me with social currency and cash as well as buying me a bottle of wine for Xmas because we have been working together for a while now. She has lost 20 pounds and kept it off and now she counts sex as a form of exercise and fun that is unbeatable and irreplaceable in the twice a month sessions we have, doing everything we want and trying to explore the limits of the time we have together as it is not infinite. She pays well and I work hard for her, talking to her on the phone for hours sometimes, if necessary, to keep her spirits up and to guide the process of sexual emancipation that seem to repress women to a greater degree than men, especially those that are outside the conventional rubric of attraction, a schemata that ignores the irrational nature of attraction, the just because of lust, the is what it is about the dual function of digestion and reproduction that can be a source of chagrin, disappointment and, in my view, endless wonder. It’s all those things and more, and her needs were only basically attended to by our little compact. She needs to lose more weight (in her mind and according to the prevailing BMI that we consulted just to be sure) and get out in the world on her terms, confident that she can be confident because she has done the work, sought the help and when she gets her clit sucked for an hour, can’t help but feel radiant.

I explained to the pretty nurse what I did at night sometimes; she confided in me that she looked at me like a bar of soap (IDK what she meant but it gave me a nasty idea), the tidbit of information that was the statement that I drove around with men of indeterminate age and occupation in order to perform oral sex (a form of pure pleasure for me at this point, not entirely removed from a certain sort of guilt but also a biological second best considering we don’t have a clit. Also, my higher power is a feminine entity and you can be sure she is a cock fiend, on the down low of course)…and be paid for it in some denomination of social currency. I live for the hyper arousal of these situations, something I call beautiful abandon. The need for release is endemic, especially during a pandemic and the ensuing lockdown which can be really taxing for people. What better than a quick drive with someone who will stimulate your genitals (man woman or couple) and give you love on the fly, love on the run, all of it at your discretion, finally something you CAN control.

underworldguise@protonmail.com lmk what’s good, I need regulars; I don’t post rates because they vary from person to person and it all depends on how much time and preparation it will be to bring about the peak experience and requisite release that sometimes comes with intense sensual contact. I sell arousal AND release so if you need help in either way, feel free…!

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