CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Second Evening
Copyright Deni Wom 2008
Our sleep was undisturbed until about four that afternoon. I awakened to hear whispering outside our little house of ill repute. I tiptoed to the window only to see three of the guys holding a garter snake, trying to decide if they should put it on the step then knock, I suspected. I decided to be the first to spring a surprise. On the counter was a paper bag containing a few candy pars (chocolate is the whore’s main staple, you know). I emptied the bag quietly then blew it up. Gripping the top of the bag tightly, I tiptoed over to the door, took the handle in one hand, threw it open wide with a huge bang, then popped the paper bag. The guys dropped the snake and then had the scare of their life as they tried to dance their way around it as it curled on the ground amongst their feet.
I laughed so hard I peed myself. Karen peed herself from the bang.
All in all though, Karen and I agreed we had won that round. She told the story that night around the campfire with the poor guys so embarrassed that they had to excuse themselves for a few moments.
During dinner, several of the guys decided that they needed to use their whores as dining wear. Karen’s and my tummies became their plates, while our sweet little pussies became their glasses. An olive filled our navels. Thank god no steaks were laid on us.
After dining to their hearts content, the guys took us for dishwashing to the shower they had rigged up. It had wonderfully heated water, an almost unlimited supply, and had been installed inside a horse trailer. At least ten of the guys joined us in our shower. We were incredibly clean by the time the guys were done washing us. Somehow, lots of sperm had to be repeatedly washed out of our sullied orifices.
That night around the camp fire, as the guys sang songs and told dirty jokes, they passed us from lap to lap until we had been passed around three times. No one seemed to mind the sloppiness of our kitties. Most of the guys were up for the second trip around their circle, but only a few were up for the third pass. One of the guys still up for number three was Karen’s enamored young man. He escorted us back to the red light district, invited himself in, and again pleasured his tiny whore until after I was fast asleep. He stayed the night, and was still there the next morning when the five o’clock crew started arriving.
That night I dreamed of kittens, mother cats nursing them, and heard their pitiful meows when they lost their mother’s teat. Their meows sounded much like Karen’s sounds of blissful orgasm.
TBC
Thursday, June 26, 2008
CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Later that morning, the First Morning
CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Later that morning, the First Morning
Copyright Deni Wom 2008
Most of these guys are early risers. And most of them wake up in “the morning after” with a stiff neediness that brings them knocking on our whorehouse door around five AM. We camp whores have to be ready for their onslaught of early morning testicular sperm pressure.
Normally we have about two-thirds of the camp at our doors, standing in line. But this particular morning, only about eight showed up. I sensed that some thing was afloat. Sure enough! We looked out the window and there were about ten guys whacking off into a bowl of something. I suspected it was our biscuits, sausage and gravy that Chefie specializes in. I tapped that out on my PDA for Karen to see. She giggled as she wrinkled her nose. Then I tapped out “We have to pretend it is the best we have ever tasted! That way the guys won’t do it again.”
They so love to do practical jokes.
So Karen and I began to devise our own joke on them.
When they started cumming, they were laughing and giggling like school girls at their first school dance,
Karen and I donned our whore’s uniforms and headed out for breakfast. We both chowed down, but pretended not to be interested in the gravy dish.
Pretty soon the guys started egging us into trying the biscuits and gravy. Now, just so you know, I LOVE biscuits and gravy, especially with sausage in it. After a bit, one of them went over to the Chef and talked him into acting like he had hurt feelings since I was not wolfing down his Biscuits and Gravy. I countered with tapping into my PDA, “Any of you guys have any “crème” for my coffee?” Karen read it to them with a wicked smile on her face.
I almost fell off my bench when Karen’s young beau volunteered to supply crème for my coffee. I hate coffee, but for this I had to do the joke. He got his talliwhacker out and started whacking! Everyone was rooting him on. He got red in the face with his efforts. Finally he did manage to eek out a few pearly drops. I think he had already mounted Karen seven times in twelve hours! So this was his eighth go! What a guy!
Karen and I then dished out huge helpings of the biscuits and gravy. The guys were like four year olds as they leaned in to watch us eat their cummies. As we ate, the guys kept waiting for our reaction. After two biscuits, Karen started chattering about how these were the best biscuits she had ever had in her whole life. I nodded my agreement as I dished out a few more onto my plate. Finally the guys could no longer keep their secret, and one of them spilled the beans, so to speak. Karen and I pretended to be upset and swore we would get even with them. I winked at the president of the group just so they would know we really didn’t feel upset. Actually, the cum really did enhance the taste!
Soon thereafter the guys started saddling up. I continued to eat a large helping of hotcakes, four eggs, and some toast with butter and jam. The cook was watching me eat all this stuff and getting more and more intrigued. Finally he had to ask, “Deni, where in the hell do you put all of that food? You can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet! Where do you stow all that food? Do you eat like this all the time?”
Karen explained that I have to have at least five thousand calories a day or I lose weight. Thank God for my darling sethi. He puts out this type of meal three times a day for me. I snack in between and so far since he has been cooking for me, I have managed to hold onto my weight! Thank you sethi!
As soon as the last stragglers had left for their horseback ride, Karen and I returned to bed to get our rest. The guys would be back in six hours or so, and they would need our services again. We had to be ready.
Copyright Deni Wom 2008
Most of these guys are early risers. And most of them wake up in “the morning after” with a stiff neediness that brings them knocking on our whorehouse door around five AM. We camp whores have to be ready for their onslaught of early morning testicular sperm pressure.
Normally we have about two-thirds of the camp at our doors, standing in line. But this particular morning, only about eight showed up. I sensed that some thing was afloat. Sure enough! We looked out the window and there were about ten guys whacking off into a bowl of something. I suspected it was our biscuits, sausage and gravy that Chefie specializes in. I tapped that out on my PDA for Karen to see. She giggled as she wrinkled her nose. Then I tapped out “We have to pretend it is the best we have ever tasted! That way the guys won’t do it again.”
They so love to do practical jokes.
So Karen and I began to devise our own joke on them.
When they started cumming, they were laughing and giggling like school girls at their first school dance,
Karen and I donned our whore’s uniforms and headed out for breakfast. We both chowed down, but pretended not to be interested in the gravy dish.
Pretty soon the guys started egging us into trying the biscuits and gravy. Now, just so you know, I LOVE biscuits and gravy, especially with sausage in it. After a bit, one of them went over to the Chef and talked him into acting like he had hurt feelings since I was not wolfing down his Biscuits and Gravy. I countered with tapping into my PDA, “Any of you guys have any “crème” for my coffee?” Karen read it to them with a wicked smile on her face.
I almost fell off my bench when Karen’s young beau volunteered to supply crème for my coffee. I hate coffee, but for this I had to do the joke. He got his talliwhacker out and started whacking! Everyone was rooting him on. He got red in the face with his efforts. Finally he did manage to eek out a few pearly drops. I think he had already mounted Karen seven times in twelve hours! So this was his eighth go! What a guy!
Karen and I then dished out huge helpings of the biscuits and gravy. The guys were like four year olds as they leaned in to watch us eat their cummies. As we ate, the guys kept waiting for our reaction. After two biscuits, Karen started chattering about how these were the best biscuits she had ever had in her whole life. I nodded my agreement as I dished out a few more onto my plate. Finally the guys could no longer keep their secret, and one of them spilled the beans, so to speak. Karen and I pretended to be upset and swore we would get even with them. I winked at the president of the group just so they would know we really didn’t feel upset. Actually, the cum really did enhance the taste!
Soon thereafter the guys started saddling up. I continued to eat a large helping of hotcakes, four eggs, and some toast with butter and jam. The cook was watching me eat all this stuff and getting more and more intrigued. Finally he had to ask, “Deni, where in the hell do you put all of that food? You can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet! Where do you stow all that food? Do you eat like this all the time?”
Karen explained that I have to have at least five thousand calories a day or I lose weight. Thank God for my darling sethi. He puts out this type of meal three times a day for me. I snack in between and so far since he has been cooking for me, I have managed to hold onto my weight! Thank you sethi!
As soon as the last stragglers had left for their horseback ride, Karen and I returned to bed to get our rest. The guys would be back in six hours or so, and they would need our services again. We had to be ready.
Monday, June 23, 2008
CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Evening
CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Evening
Copyright Deni Wom 2008
The dinner that evening was incredible, and we were both ravenous. I always eat like a pack of jackals at a desert kill anyway. But even Karen who tends to eat like a field mouse was chowing down a huge plateful of chef’s special. The men kept trying to hold a conversation while their two little whores sat there in their filmy negligee and panty sets, our titties almost on display. As soon as dessert was served, and we had wolfed that down as well, one of the guys unceremoniously picked Karen up and sat her on his erection. How he got it out without anyone noticing is beyond me, but it may have been the chocolate crème pie with real whipped cream we were gobbling down.
Karen yelped as she was impaled. The surprise seemed to trigger something inside her, or perhaps I should say “re-triggered” something inside her. In any case she started shuddering and moaning as the man “bounced her up and down on his ‘knee’”. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she finally just passed out in his arms! He got bonus cowboy points for that.
Several more of the guys arrived just before dinner and a few more during dinner, so Karen and I went back to our whore house and entertained the newbies. One guy was young, and I would swear that it was his first time. He was shy and he was uncertain how the ‘whole thing’ worked. But Karen taught him well. He fucked his darling little whore three times before he was spent. He started mooning over Karen, so we may have a romance going!
He seemed not to try to stop her from taking on more tricks though, to his credit.
Then it was time for the evening games. Horseshoes and a game of roping a fake cows head is always popular with our guys. Karen and I were both chosen for two separate teams for horseshoes. They play it with rings that have to go through a tight hole. Seemed kind of fitting.
Karen’s team won big time. Her partner was busy teaching her how to play, very hands on of course! I think our opposing teams were at a disadvantage, because both Karen and I were flashing our pussies at them when they tried to toss their rings. All is fair in love and whoring.
Then it was campfire time. Several of the guys were pretty snockered by now. So there were a few fewer pricks to satisfy as they sang cowboy songs and told ribald stories. Karen quietly sucked off two guys, and took five up her pussy. I sucked off five and was enjoyed by three. Then the guys got out a sturdy lounge chair and had us demonstrate how women make love to each other, in front of them. I came five times and Karen came three. That started a whole new round of carnality. Karen and I took cocks in both ends for over an hour. Things go faster four at a time!
Three guys came by the whore house later that night. One was still there with Karen when I drifted off to sleep. I am pretty sure it was her horny young suitor getting a little more tutelage.
I dreamed of wide-open meadows with huge horned elk grazing in them. I suspect that it was not the bull elk bellowing in my dream. Karen did indicate her lover became a bit noisy as he spewed liquid gold into her. We both slept well for several hours until the early risers started knocking on our whorehouse door around five AM.
TBC
Copyright Deni Wom 2008
The dinner that evening was incredible, and we were both ravenous. I always eat like a pack of jackals at a desert kill anyway. But even Karen who tends to eat like a field mouse was chowing down a huge plateful of chef’s special. The men kept trying to hold a conversation while their two little whores sat there in their filmy negligee and panty sets, our titties almost on display. As soon as dessert was served, and we had wolfed that down as well, one of the guys unceremoniously picked Karen up and sat her on his erection. How he got it out without anyone noticing is beyond me, but it may have been the chocolate crème pie with real whipped cream we were gobbling down.
Karen yelped as she was impaled. The surprise seemed to trigger something inside her, or perhaps I should say “re-triggered” something inside her. In any case she started shuddering and moaning as the man “bounced her up and down on his ‘knee’”. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she finally just passed out in his arms! He got bonus cowboy points for that.
Several more of the guys arrived just before dinner and a few more during dinner, so Karen and I went back to our whore house and entertained the newbies. One guy was young, and I would swear that it was his first time. He was shy and he was uncertain how the ‘whole thing’ worked. But Karen taught him well. He fucked his darling little whore three times before he was spent. He started mooning over Karen, so we may have a romance going!
He seemed not to try to stop her from taking on more tricks though, to his credit.
Then it was time for the evening games. Horseshoes and a game of roping a fake cows head is always popular with our guys. Karen and I were both chosen for two separate teams for horseshoes. They play it with rings that have to go through a tight hole. Seemed kind of fitting.
Karen’s team won big time. Her partner was busy teaching her how to play, very hands on of course! I think our opposing teams were at a disadvantage, because both Karen and I were flashing our pussies at them when they tried to toss their rings. All is fair in love and whoring.
Then it was campfire time. Several of the guys were pretty snockered by now. So there were a few fewer pricks to satisfy as they sang cowboy songs and told ribald stories. Karen quietly sucked off two guys, and took five up her pussy. I sucked off five and was enjoyed by three. Then the guys got out a sturdy lounge chair and had us demonstrate how women make love to each other, in front of them. I came five times and Karen came three. That started a whole new round of carnality. Karen and I took cocks in both ends for over an hour. Things go faster four at a time!
Three guys came by the whore house later that night. One was still there with Karen when I drifted off to sleep. I am pretty sure it was her horny young suitor getting a little more tutelage.
I dreamed of wide-open meadows with huge horned elk grazing in them. I suspect that it was not the bull elk bellowing in my dream. Karen did indicate her lover became a bit noisy as he spewed liquid gold into her. We both slept well for several hours until the early risers started knocking on our whorehouse door around five AM.
TBC
Sunday, June 22, 2008
CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Afternoon
CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Afternoon
Copyright DeniWom 2008
One of my favorite times of the year is the third weekend in June. Not because it is the first days of summer, nor for the weather, nor even for guests visiting my home, but instead because it is the time of the year the cowboys need a good whore! For three years I have agreed to supply a welcoming pussy for them to enjoy while they are away from their wives for a few days. Most of them, when they arrive at cow camp, have not had sex from their wives for months. Who can blame these poor, abused and neglected married men for being excited about having an eager and available slutty cunt available for their uses for a few days?
And to make the first few hours shorter, this year Karen is assisting me in satisfying their carnal desires!
During the first several weeks of June we spend time in the local lingerie ships. We stock up on sexy underwear and filmy lingerie to wear at dinner, around the campfires, and for breakfast. The guys love removing our lacey, sexy clothing as they prepare their minds and bodies for ravishing us.
We always arrive a day after the early arrivers have set up camp. They tow a camping trailer to cow camp for use as our whorehouse. By the time we get there, the water is hot in the shower, and the beds are made. This year they replaced the old mattress with a temperpedic mattress for their slut’s pleasures, And to protect their rickety old knees!
As usual, we were welcomed by bear hugs and deep tongued kisses as we got out of the car. An excited Karen was roundly felt up as she stood there, the men being curious what her tiny body was like. One of them knelt in front of her and checked her out to see if her kitty is bare like mine is. There was a whoop of pleasure when he saw that she was. “Two bona fide kiddy kitties lads!” he yelled as he stood back up, holding his back as he moved. The average age of these cowboys is around fifty eight. They are sort of like the guys in the movie “Hogs” in as much as many of them are normal ordinary people when not at cowboy camp. But up here, they love to walk and talk the cowboy swagger and lingo. I love every one of them. They are so caring and so concerned for their little whore’s welfare. Not one of them would ever hurt us in anyway, unless we ask for it, of course.
Karen looked at me and smiled. “God Deni, how many guys are there this year?”
I held up twenty-three fingers, ten at a time, and then the final three. Karen started to giggle. “That’s eleven and a half a day!” She looked at me like it was Christmas morning. “Unless they need it more than once a day, that is!”
I help up three fingers on one hand and five on the other, waving them left and right to indicate that the number was not exact.
Karen’s eyes widened as she gasped, “We are going to get fucked a hundred times?” She started laughing out loud. “Good GOD we are going to be sore, Deni!”
I could hardly wait to get started.
The tradition is that I retire to the whore house, then when I am ready for “guests” I open the shade on the window by the door.
Karen and I surveyed our humble little whorehouse. There were two beds, both visible from each other. We giggled as we stood by the beds and stared at each other, picturing seeing each other as whores in a brothel, taking man after man between our thighs as they grunt and groan, then expend their manly liquid within us. And when the men were done with our services, and no longer was there a line at our door, our tongues cleansing each other gently, declaring our love, with the men watching us through the windows as they prepare for their next session with their little whores.
By our count, we serviced nine men each before dinner. Some of the men had not arrived yet. We both had at least nine orgasms. And then two more each as we cleansed each other.
A douche and a quick brushing of our teeth and we were ready for dinner. And the evening with the guys of course. Being “ladies of the evening” we of course looked forward to that special time of amours activity. The men were already hauling water for their showers.
TBC
Copyright DeniWom 2008
One of my favorite times of the year is the third weekend in June. Not because it is the first days of summer, nor for the weather, nor even for guests visiting my home, but instead because it is the time of the year the cowboys need a good whore! For three years I have agreed to supply a welcoming pussy for them to enjoy while they are away from their wives for a few days. Most of them, when they arrive at cow camp, have not had sex from their wives for months. Who can blame these poor, abused and neglected married men for being excited about having an eager and available slutty cunt available for their uses for a few days?
And to make the first few hours shorter, this year Karen is assisting me in satisfying their carnal desires!
During the first several weeks of June we spend time in the local lingerie ships. We stock up on sexy underwear and filmy lingerie to wear at dinner, around the campfires, and for breakfast. The guys love removing our lacey, sexy clothing as they prepare their minds and bodies for ravishing us.
We always arrive a day after the early arrivers have set up camp. They tow a camping trailer to cow camp for use as our whorehouse. By the time we get there, the water is hot in the shower, and the beds are made. This year they replaced the old mattress with a temperpedic mattress for their slut’s pleasures, And to protect their rickety old knees!
As usual, we were welcomed by bear hugs and deep tongued kisses as we got out of the car. An excited Karen was roundly felt up as she stood there, the men being curious what her tiny body was like. One of them knelt in front of her and checked her out to see if her kitty is bare like mine is. There was a whoop of pleasure when he saw that she was. “Two bona fide kiddy kitties lads!” he yelled as he stood back up, holding his back as he moved. The average age of these cowboys is around fifty eight. They are sort of like the guys in the movie “Hogs” in as much as many of them are normal ordinary people when not at cowboy camp. But up here, they love to walk and talk the cowboy swagger and lingo. I love every one of them. They are so caring and so concerned for their little whore’s welfare. Not one of them would ever hurt us in anyway, unless we ask for it, of course.
Karen looked at me and smiled. “God Deni, how many guys are there this year?”
I held up twenty-three fingers, ten at a time, and then the final three. Karen started to giggle. “That’s eleven and a half a day!” She looked at me like it was Christmas morning. “Unless they need it more than once a day, that is!”
I help up three fingers on one hand and five on the other, waving them left and right to indicate that the number was not exact.
Karen’s eyes widened as she gasped, “We are going to get fucked a hundred times?” She started laughing out loud. “Good GOD we are going to be sore, Deni!”
I could hardly wait to get started.
The tradition is that I retire to the whore house, then when I am ready for “guests” I open the shade on the window by the door.
Karen and I surveyed our humble little whorehouse. There were two beds, both visible from each other. We giggled as we stood by the beds and stared at each other, picturing seeing each other as whores in a brothel, taking man after man between our thighs as they grunt and groan, then expend their manly liquid within us. And when the men were done with our services, and no longer was there a line at our door, our tongues cleansing each other gently, declaring our love, with the men watching us through the windows as they prepare for their next session with their little whores.
By our count, we serviced nine men each before dinner. Some of the men had not arrived yet. We both had at least nine orgasms. And then two more each as we cleansed each other.
A douche and a quick brushing of our teeth and we were ready for dinner. And the evening with the guys of course. Being “ladies of the evening” we of course looked forward to that special time of amours activity. The men were already hauling water for their showers.
TBC
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