“…I sucked it like a crazy whore in heat until he pulled outta my mouth and jizzed all over my tits…”
-Hanna from LA, California
It’s kinda funny that on this date I got called Jizz Tits. Usually my old boyfriends would call me a jizz whore. I’ll bet you can guess why. Well here’s my story for ya. My name is Venus (that’s my real name) and I live in Los Angles. I’ve been bored lately and have been tired of the bar scene. I usually hang out at the Skybar or My House on Hollywood Blvd. How else can you meet guys?
My girlfriends say that going to markets, delis and large grocery stores is where they meet guys. I never had any luck at that and since I’m an attention whore I can’t really dress up too sexy at the grocery store. That would look kinda silly. I was sitting around at home on the sofa Procrasturbating one night and finally just said, “shit, what am I doing sitting here playing with myself, when I could be out sucking a nice cock and having someone else playing with my pussy”.
I got the idea of calling one of those phone chat lines that you see on TV every night. I went to my desk and Googled the term Phone chat line in Los Angels and clicked on one of the listings. I called this one called 121 (Ok ya that’s you guys) and within minutes I was chatting with guys. Now they all said that they were hot and sexy and smart or whatever, I didn’t know if any of them were telling me the truth.
I mean who really cared I thought, “I’d never meet one of these mopes anyway”. Or at least that’s what I though at the time. Besides I was chatting with this one guy that said he was middle age, overweigh and some other boring stuff. I wouldn’t even give this guy a charity fuck if he saved me from a burning house and I had to grant him one wish. Ok I’m not that selfish but I don’t fuck guys that don’t turn me on. Is that too much to ask? Well anyway back to Mr. what’s his name?
I don’t know how I got sucked into chatting with Mr. Boring, but after a while I started to get turned on by some of the things that he was saying. We got talking about who hangs out on the line and if they were for real or not and before you know it I was telling him what kinds of cock’s I liked. How the fuck I started talking about my taste in cocks I don’t know. Then he tells me about his cock. He was describing my perfect cock to suck. I was so fucking horny, if I could have reached thru the phone and pulled down his pants and sucked the hot jizz outta him I would’ve right then and there. Then he tells me where he lives and it’s kinda close to me in Beverly Hills, only he lived in the best part of the Hills.
He told me what he did, what wouldn’t tell me who he at first. I decided to go over to his place but was fully expecting to get there and bolt outta the place in a hurry if I felt uncomfortable. Well holly crap, you should’ve seen his crib. I rang the buzzer at the gate and was buzzed in. I couldn’t see his house until I drove up a long winding drive.
I knocked on the door and this guy answers. He was wearing a bath robe and wasn’t too bad after all. He was do-able. He came close to me and kissed me and tells me I’m very hot. Being the cock whore that I am, I immediately got down on my knees and opened his robe. I grabbed his cock and put my mouth over it. He was hard as a rock and he had an amazingly beautiful rod.
I sucked it like a crazy whore in heat until he pulled outta my mouth and jizzed all over my tits. Thats when he said “I’m going to call you jizz tits from now on”. He said that I had to go and could come back another time, which I didn’t mind at all. I had a great time sucking his cock I’m waiting to go over and do it again. He said that the next time I come over he’ll have one or two of his friends there too for me to suck as well. That what I like, a “whole lotto cock”, or Jack-pot cock. You go expecting one cock and you get more.