Nicole's Slave KWEER

Poley Coley has been sending kweer to the gloryhole-y to service cocks, but his latest kink was that he wanted her to watch. While Coley swings around a pussy-slimed poley, she didn't want to get crotch cooties or venture beneath her station to the adult sexstore to witness kweer's suction power. So she asked if she could borrow my stunt cock Adam. I agreed, but reminded her that when I needed to do a photo shoot with a slave, and toad and fatfuck chickened out on me, she wouldn't let me borrow her (former) slave josephine. So, for borrowing Adam, she would owe me...something! Coley could not dispute this, so she agreed to get me 'something' next time we go shopping.

So now Adam is making some more spendy stuff, as he is the stunt cock for both fatfuck and kweer. And Adam still claims to be bi! Weak! The only thing keeping him from gay is his pink-haired beard girlfriend leeching off him for a place to live among other perks. They don't have sex, tho she will occasionally demonstrate her suction power on his big kosher meat. Nevertheless, Adam seeks no gay action on his own, he dreams of meeting an old rich queen, a la Elton John, who will whisk him away to his castle and bestow him with credit cards, a new car, etc. I have that same fantasy, except I dream of a cuckold....

Gutter Slut Gets Shaken Down!

Ms Sara

While we were eating gourmet fare at Carls Junior, Jem confessed she wanted to turn me into a high end TV/TS hooker, who can work off Eros instead of plying the trade at the ABS and on the stroll. I told her that you, Ms Sara, were my ruiness and that we were re-enacting Leaving Las Vegas, that I was really on my way down down down and shouldn't be upgrading my lifestyle. Jem was curious about this concept. She said she saw quite a few johns who she could tell were on their way down, usually because of booze or other substances, but none of them had a Mistress overseeing their doom. She hadn't seen the movie Leaving Las Vegas, so I said we should rent it and watch it, but neither of us have a DVD player.

I did meet my double cocksucking quota last week, my jaw was sore and I was soooo cum drunk. This week was a little slower, but I'm sure the weekend will be rockin'. I'm still in chastity and milking myself with a buttplug.

Bryn hasn't called this week, maybe she's given up on saving my soul. I didn't go shopping yet for my replacement wardrobe, I've just been wearing the same stuff and hand-washing everything. It kind of makes me feel femmy to do that.

The big news this week was about a dozen hispanics moved into 3 rooms at the motel, and had been making a huge ruckus, getting drunk every nite. A few got into a fight with each other and it involved knives, and it got bloody, so the cops came. So then they all got kicked out and then vice came by the next day and reviewed the guest book and checked all the rooms. They knocked on my door in the morning, I was sleeping naked because Bryn took all my stuff. So I threw on a pair of daisy dukes and a skimpy t-shirt to answer the door, but I didn't look girlie enough that they could really bust me. This saved my ass. The cops came in, questioned me, asked for i.d., and also asked which character on Gilligan's Island was I, Gilligan? Ginger? (Remember I had signed in as Gilligan S. Island.) They didn't throw me out, but told me they'd be keeping their eye on me. Jem wasn't around, luckily she was at the other motel. Jem said we needed to park ourselves at another motel, there would be too much heat on us at the current digs and that it sucked because her johns knew her room and so did a few of mine.

Jem asked around (meaning other working girls) and found a motel that had been closed for a while, was now under new ownership, cleaned up and cheap. And technically in a nicer spot, about a quarter mile away. Jem said the rates would be low to open the joint, then they'd go up. We put all our shit in my car and moved there. It doesn't look like a good spot for streetwalking, so I might have to stroll my old route.

Gutter Slut in Chastity!

Ms Sara

I think I'm getting too fat from all the greasy fast food I'm being forced to eat and booze I have to guzzle down. Too fat to be a good sissy ho! Ms Sara, can I have permission to eat healthier food, like the salads at the fast food places?

CBT3000 has been on for this past week as punishment for slacking on sucking cock. Now I'm such a horny sissy! Jem has the key I swear.

I sucked 13 cocks Monday thru Thursday, the weekend should be busier, I know I have to suck double my minimum.

Bryn did not return my sissy stuff, but I think I might be another size up now, everything is fitting me real tight. Bryn wanted to take me to dinner at a nice place on Wednesday nite and then go to Bible study class! I suspect "Bible study" was really supposed to be an intervention with people from her church. Anyway, I wanted to go to dinner, I was hungry for some real food, I figured I'd just sneak out of the restaurant and get a cab so I would miss the "Bible study". When Bryn showed up to get me, I had on one of my sissy outfits. She said "we have to get you into some regular clothes". I said "these are my regular clothes". She said "I mean men's clothes". I said "I don't have any men's clothes". Then Jem showed up "oh it's you again". I said "Bryn's taking me to dinner, maybe if you're nice, you can go too". Jem said "I'm not a charity case". Bryn asked Jem if she knew where she could get some men's clothes for me to wear to dinner. Jem said "well if I get a john, and he's the right size, we can steal his clothes!" I added "Bryn wants to take me to Bible study after dinner, but I'm thinking I need to get to work, I have to suck double the cocks this week". Bryn looked mildly shocked. Jem said "good cuz your ass is beyond saving, com'n let's go get some waffles and chicken, I'll treat you to dinner. Just had a john had to pay more to fuck my ass". That was enough for Bryn who left in a huff. Jem said "Seriously what the fuck is wrong with that woman. Maybe she needs to get fucked in the ass, loosen her up a bit".

So I ate a boatload of waffles and syrup and fried chicken and took home one of those styrofoam containers of leftovers which I ate later after I sucked 3 cocks. Bryn left a message on my cell phone that she wanted to take me out to dinner tonite (Friday) and that she had made arrangements to get some men's clothes (probably from someone at the church). But I didn't return her call.

My Response to the Gutter Slut!

I told him that he was not getting another pass on his cocksucking quota. If he didn't know how many he sucked, he couldn't make an assumption that it was enough to meet or beat the quota. So I doubled his quota for this week!

Gutter Slut's Report from the Gutter!

Ms Sara

I really was in the gutter Ms Sara, I don't know what happened. It's kind of a lost weekend, blur of cocks, sperm shots, cheap gin and Colt 45. I made $10 sucking cock on Friday nite, one of the first cocks I sucked while on the stroll, so I went to the package store and got a bottle of cheap gin (this stuff could take the paint off your car) and a 40 oz Colt. I went back and put the Colt in the bathroom sink in my motel room, a/k/a my ice bucket, and slipped the bottle of gin into my purse and went back out to suck more cock. I used the gin as mouthwash between sperm swallows, I started to get buzzed.

Then right in the middle of sucking a cock, I had to scram out of the bookstore as fast as my heels could take me, sirens blaring, I thought it was a bust, but it turned out to be the cops were coming to sort out a big fight in a bar near the ABS. This guy pulled over as I was leaving the ABS and said, hey need a ride? So I said sure. I was a little wobbly on my heels so I figured catching a ride would be better than looking like a trashed TV/CD with a bunch of patrol cars pulling up. As he was pulling away, I offered the guy a swig from my bottle but he said no, that wasn't his poison. He had some other stuff in his glove box, but I don't remember what it was!

All I know is, I woke up behind a building in the gutter, by a dumpster, I know, you can just insert your cum dumpster joke here.... But I have no idea what happened. I still had my purse with my cell phone, motel key, car keys, a bunch of gloryhole tokens jingling around, etc. My gin bottle was nearly empty. My pussy was sore!

But the worst part was not knowing where I was! I went into a panic, I walked out from behind the building to the street, and thanks be, I recognized it as the same street that the motel was on, so I headed home. There were 3 messages on my cell, one from Bryn, one from Jem and one I didn't recognize, either a wrong number or a john.

I'm still nursing my hangover as I write this, I don't think I can suck any more cocks this weekend, I feel nauseous! I'm not sure I made your minimum, but I would guess that I did! Please Ms Sara, can you give me a pass for this weekend. I know I've been asking for your mercy a lot lately, but you can tell I've descended further into the gutter, so I hope you are happy about that!

Gutter Slut Easter Weekend Update!

Ms Sara

I wasn't a busy whore on Easter, but I was on Good Friday, go figure. I think a lot of guys were off from work on Friday, so daytime was super busy for cocksucking. I will be able to make my weekend quota, if you please please pretty please allow me to include all cocks from the holiday weekend. The motel was really hopping* too, hookers and johns renting rooms by the hour, so you would have thought the owner of the motel would be in a good mood? Wrong! *couldn't resist the pun!

The owner, an Indian guy, told me I had to start parking my car in front of the motel office, because no one is supposed to stay over 30 days in a room... vice or the regular police can check on this... so he made me sign into the register under a different name and I have to park my car by the office now. For this "preem" (translation: prime) parking spot, I am being charged an additional $50 per month. Oh I signed the register as Gilligan S Island. He called me Mr. Siss-land, and said good name!

"Holy Roller" Bryn called me on Good Friday and left a message that said she wanted to pick me up on Saturday afternoon, to be ready at 3pm. I think she thought she could save my soul on Easter weekend, so I made sure I was not there at 3pm, I was down at BK instead and ran into Jem's friend (hooker who works for same pimp) Nia. I told Nia that I hadn't seen Jem at the motel and she said she was having "lady problems" and was hanging out at the other motel. Jem told me when she has lady problems, she only gives blow jobs or does dom / sub roleplays. At least I don't have lady problems! I can't even imagine what it must be like...

Back to Bryn... remember she took a lot of my panties and lingerie to wash or she burned them. That really pisses me off because now I have to go out and spend money on new slut stuff. She did come by at 3pm according to the clerk, who told me my "sister" came by! After BK, I went cock gobbling and then I tried to beg the owner of the theater to let me back in and he told me "get lost fag". I picked up some Colt 45 and went back to my room, it was about 9. I figured I'd shower and get ready to go "on the stroll" and put the Colt 45 in cold water in the bathroom sink. Oh I forgot to say there was a note on my door with a religious pamphlet from Bryn, I didn't bother to read either, I just tossed them. I wanted to toss the Bible and addictions book she gave me too, but I felt bad about tossing a Bible. So I tossed the addictions book in the dumpster behind the motel and put the Bible in a drawer.

Gutter Slut Update!

The gutter slut has a friend, Bryn, from his past, who got religion and is trying to save him from his demons, namely Colt 45 and cock. She came to his motel room and there was a bit of bitchery between her and Jem the streetwalker who works out of one of the rooms at the same motel who has become possessive over the gutter slut.

Ms Sara

Bryn showed up when I was ready to go cock gobbling Friday afternoon. She was a little shocked by my bleached blonde hair, outfit and make-up, but she didn't relent on trying to get me to her car, which would mean she'd get me to her house, where who knows what she'd do, throw me in the shower, cut my hair, dye it back to brown and throw her pussy at me to try to save me from my gay ways.

Luckily, Jem showed up. Jem said, "Who are you?" Bryn came right back with, "And who are you?" The hooker told Bryn, "Are you working, we need to get outside, com'n we need to make some money honey. (She assumed Bryn was a hooker.) Com'n, the more the merrier, more cars will pull over." Bryn was speechless at first, but then stated, "I am not a whore, I am a friend of Will's. I am here to take him away from all of this". Then she looked around my disgusting motel room, filled with dirty clothes, crusty panties, fast food trash and empty Colt 45 and Mountain Dew bottles with fruit flies drowning in the backwash. Jem came back with, "That's what they all say when they just startin' out. Honey, I got a slinky top you can wear, my black pimp would love to get a hold of you and that fine white ass." That's when Bryn dug out a package from her handbag, placed it on the bed and exclaimed, "This is not real, this is not real!" Then she left without saying goodbye. Jem said, "Don't you want to see what the stuck-up bitch left for you?" I didn't really care, so I handed the package to Jem, who opened it and found a small Bible, another book about overcoming addictions and gift cards to some fast food places. Jem took the gift cards.

Friday afternoon turned into early Saturday morning. I went to the gloryhole. Sucked 13 cocks. Made $22. Stopped at a Carls Jr. and got some late nite food to take back to my room. When I got back to my room, it was spotless! The Bible and addictions book were on the bedside table. I walked over to the clerk's office at the motel to see what was up. I didn't think I got more than once a week maid service, which was basically, the maid handed me sheets and towels and I put my dirty sheets and towels right into her laundry cart, she wouldn't even touch them. The clerk said "my sister" wanted to clean my room, so he let her. Yeah, "my sister" Bryn. I noticed all my dirty clothes and panties were gone, did this mean that Bryn would be back with my clean laundry? or that she had absconded with my 'work' attire...

Slept all day Saturday. Ate a bucket of KFC and drank a 40oz Colt 45. Back to the gloryhole and got a cum bath from 6 different guys. I even licked gizz off the gloryhole wall. Went back to the motel to shower for Saturday nite action. Went into the theater and got gangbanged by a group of men. Theater owner told me I couldn't go back in there anymore, because I was giving him too much exposure. Didn't see Jem at all, but she keeps rooms at 2 different motels so she could have been working out of the other motel.

Everything you are telling me is working. My head feels hazy dazy and I'm beginning to crave cock more and more, I need cock and cum every minute of the day, except when I'm sleeping and then when I'm sleeping, I dream about cock.

...to be continued...

Update from my Gutter Slut!


Ms Sara

Since I didn't think my red hair was enough of a slutty stand-out, I decided to dye my hair blonde. That and one guy said I looked like this red-haired Russian whore who was working out of another motel with a big, burly Russian pimp. Last thing I need is some mean Russian pimp looking to beat me up because I look like his moneymaker. I also bought some super-sized clip-on hoop earrings at a jewelry kiosk at a mini-mall. I told the girl working there they were for me and all she said was "oh ok...." but in a long drawn out facetious way. As soon as I left the kiosk she was texting, 100% sure she was texting her friends: OMG OMG u will never guess what just happened!

I will let you know about the tattoos, I realize a whore like me should have at least 3 tattoos, on my ass, tramp stamp above my crack and one near my clit.

This week's food has been BK and Pizza Hut. You questioned why Pizza Hut? I know you would just like it if I ate the crap at KFC, but Pizza Hut food is pure grease and salt. Like their trays of pasta and taters. Yes, I obeyed and washed it all down with Colt 45.

I also bought some more slutty street-walking outfits at this thrift store. There were a bunch of short swirly skirts, probably from the 80's. And halter tops. And huge high heels, meaning my size! I stocked up and didn't spend too much of your money. You know the saying: you have to spend money to make money.

I've been keeping your goal of sucking 3 cocks a day. On Friday and Saturday, I thought it would be a struggle due to the NCAA tournament, but I sucked 11. Guys were out and they were horny.

Thank you Ms. Sara for overseeing my total destruction and ruination!

Sperm Burping Gutter Slut!

Divorced then forced to suck cock and become a gutter tramp! This is the beautiful spot where my streetwalking sperm slurping 'n' burping whore lives!



Ms Sara

I know I'm really slow, but I'm working on the Twitter account.

Friday Update: Sucked alot of cock at the gloryhole today. Went to the one with the adult theatre. mmmmm

The other nite I went to SuperCuts and told the hairdresser I wanted a girl cut. Later that night I colored my hair dark red. It looks slutty. As it gets warmer I'm gonna go out dressed in skirts and tops, heels and stockings.

I'm polishing my nails for the first time. Bright red. Then I'm gonna go back down and be a filthy cum whore tonight.

More KFC and Colt 45. You're right my brain is soooo slow and I feel like sh*t. Jizz and cock are all I want and think about.

I've been sucking an average of 3 cocks a day. I've started walking in front of my motel late at nite to pick up more customers. See pic of my motel room.

the return of fatfuck!

Finally....after recuperating from quadruple bypass surgery, fatfuck was ready for action other than texting or rather sexting with me about how much he needs a cock in his mouth. fatfuck may never be able to bear having his balls kicked and definitely will not be able to bear me literally walking all over him since his chest was cracked open like a lobster, but a cock found its way into fatfuck's mouth again. Victory! Yesterday, fatfuck sucked off faggyboy Adam's cockmeat and paid for the privilege. Now if fatfuck would only suck off his huge black driver's cock for me, that would be even more of a victory! I haven't seen his driver's cock, but he is a big black guy from one of the islands, and I'm sure he is packing!

GAY or STRAIGHT?

I received "I'm shocked!" responses to an earlier blog entry I made that talked about how most cocksuckers, yes, are married! 99% of the cocksuckers I have on Niteflirt are married, 99% of all the fag slaves I've ever had "equals" married! And 99% of the cocksuckers Nicole has are also married. All men have secret sex lives, is what I've found based on my time on Niteflirt, secrets they keep from their wives, girlfriends or others. Cocksucking or other gaysex is a major component of that secret sex life. Wives or girlfriends have no clue and would probably divorce or break up with these secret fags on the spot if they found out that they loved dick more than pussy, or just simply that they "loved dick".

Is it the taboo factor or are secret cocksuckers truly gay? In my opinion, there are more gay guys out there than straight, meaning guys who get off on the idea of or actually pursue gay sex. That it is taboo adds to the thrill. I think it's more of a thrill to most men who indulge in gay sex to suck cock or get fucked than to fuck a pussy for the x-teenth or x-hundredth time. A lot of men suffer from performance anxiety and fear they aren't adequate, by size or manliness factors. They feel continuous insecurity over whether they are gay or straight. Our culture obsesses over "who's gay" to the point of trying to "out" celebrities or other public figures over their sexual orientation.

So cocksuckers! You're in good company. Don't fear giving in to your gay urges. Indulge them!

KWEER

...is Nicole's newest slavetoy. He comes into the club and begs her to be pimped out so she sends him to the closest ABS and orders him to call her cell phone* and leave a message of him slurping on a dick. He doesn't have a cell phone camera otherwise Kweer would be taking pix of himself sucking dicks. She charges Kweer a $100 cocksucking fee. Then he must cum back to the club, pay her another $100 fee and go into the Mens Room and stare at guys peeing until someone asks if he's a faggot. Usually, she sends in Antonio the big black bouncer if someone hasn't faggotized him. He's also supposed to start setting up ads on Craigslist or gay sites and suck even more cock. Oh and the best part, Kweer is married LMAO!!! Nicole sends him home with cum breath. It seems like dickless wimps all over, not just on NITEFLIRT, are being turned KWEER by beautiful girls....


*her "work" cell phone lolol that she never answers but will listen to voicemails, this is so she can have a number to give out to guys who ask for her number, it's in her best interest to give them a number to get more TIP$...

Sexual Zeitgeist

Nicole began stripping right about the time I began on Keen which then became Niteflirt. Nicole and I have both noticed the sexual zeitgeist of the universe has shifted since 2003. Sayonara vanilla! Men are into 57 flavors of cock and humiliation. You would think that a guy with Nicole's boobies bouncing in his face would be thinking about boobies and pussy, but Nicole reports that guys now beg her to make them suck cock, to pimp them out. They also want to be humiliated by being face-slapped, spit on, to have her spit or drool in their mouth (this is a kiss she tells them), worship her heels, be forced to crawl like her pet. The manager of the club has made it known to limit this type of play to the more private areas, not to spank the girls for doing it, but to make it less of a circus spectacle for the other patrons of the club.

Nicole has been sending her cocksuckers to an ABS on Route 41, kinda in the vicinity of the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino. So any given nite, Nicole dispatches her cocksuckers, who must pay a pimping fee, of course, and they return later and pay even more to tell her about how they sucked a cock for her, how they're even hornier, can they go jerk off in the men's room, or their car, pay her a jerk-off fee? While she is collecting her lapdance or other fees and taxes, e.g., gay taxes, pimp taxes, jerk fees, boobies are in their face, but the boobies might as well be in outer space, because they only thing that is in their world, is cock.

Queereye

Queereye and I were having a dining experience this past Sunday which he cut short to get home to watch the Oscars. What a fag! Or as my friend remarked, must not have TIVO. But I think he really wanted to rush home to see all the actresses in their oh-so-pretty designer gowns. I'm sure that made his peenie quite excited!
And he denies he's gay! How can he when he looks like this!

Ember's Report from Gayland

Poor Ember, some twinkletoes keeps emailing her how he always is 'thinking about her' and wishes she were here (where the twink is hanging out, he has a membership at a private swanky pool club), wants to send her flowers, invites her here there everygaywhere and she is like NO WAY, I DON'T LIKE GAY MEN. She even emailed this to him and he keeps emailing her back about her terrible rudeness and crudeness and that when she meets him she will see he is a "refined gentleman". The email correspondence is going nowhere, because Ember has NO intention of meeting the ultra-fehg. But he is obviously stuck on her. Scroll down for his pics. You can't miss the 'Eau de Gay'.

My other girlfriends and I get a special kick out of the photo where he crosses his legs like a girlie, I mean does he not have balls, or does he have balls the size of chick peas? Ember's fun little foray onto a dating site has yielded every flavor of fag imaginable and not one REAL MAN yet. Once Ember finds a real man, she won't have time to play online, but for now, we find all of Ember's reports from gayland amusing.

The Fag from FUC

I am now assigning little fagboys into categories, along with illustrative photos. I feel like I'm doing a project for the National Geographic Channel. Here we observe the little Faggot Under Cover or FUC. A FUC needs to be exposed for the faggot that he truly is. He looks like a fag, acts like a fag, everyone thinks he's a fag, but him.
As for this first FUC? Ember, my dear blonde friend, needed some amusement and decided to put up a profile on a dating site to see what little fishies responded. She decided to fuck with any losers, wimps or fags who got in touch with her. I lamented to Ember, you should do NF, why do humiliation for free? But it's so much fun, she retorted. She passed along 2 photos to me via email, god, it was, yes it was, a FUC! Not only that, but he may also be a FIDdle (fag in denial). The other sad fact is that this FUC claims to be 41???? Hmmmmm, he must have hit the 4 instead of the 5 key.

The Fagtastic Five

One of my bloggies sent me this chillarious pic. As we know from the plethora of superhero 'n' comic book hero movies popped out by Hollywood, America 'lurvs' men in tights. Let's make that fags in tights. According to my bloggie, there are 'groups' or 'clubs' gay men can join to pursue their superhero fantasies. Video camera optional. Perhaps Spidey needed more white sticky stuff?